My laptop screen is black, and unit has aged to the point where Apple does not service it anymore. We relocated to Indian Creek Recreation Area. Posting with iPhone is tedious. Last night tornado warnings got us out of bed, and into the "Very tall Ram". We did not hear the sound of a freight… Continue reading Macbook Air Bummer
Welcome Mr. or Ms. Reader, I believe in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I've been prompted to share with you this simple way to acknowledge faith, and how to grow your faith. This 30 minute audio teaching is the story of Zacchaeus told by teaching pastor Kyle Lance Martin. If you cannot invest 30 minutes of personal… Continue reading More Faith
Something came up, sory cn’t makeit. - Gary Abby ponders the text, and her evening gladness relinquishes to sadness. A voice hisses, “I told you so. You are not popular. Your date doesn’t even want to see you.” The dead words drift . . . . . linger. . . . . and settle… Continue reading Text Msg
“Look honey, look there under the tree!” Lori’s husband Peter, and the realtor Brenda, turned their focus to the back yard. Lori was transfixed on the precious setting. Peter studies the fresh mulch, the durable metal table and chairs, and of course the dappled shade. Brenda waits for it, and just when Peter looks at… Continue reading The Precious Setting
Dear Reader, I want to introduce you to Caralyn. She lives in New York, she is an actress, and has an active blog titled BeatyBeyondBones. Her website address derives from her battle with Anorexia. She did journal her experience, and now works at helping others to better understand how “ED” (eating disorder) is a thief… Continue reading Anorexia, what is it good for?
Cancer, what is it good for? It does make for overdue phone conversations, and visits. That's about it. Which is a lot. It gets you thinking about how valuable life is. The quote “Don’t worry about the small stuff, and It’s all small stuff” comes to mind. My sister Les focused on the positive. I… Continue reading Cancer, what is it good for?
Anger is simmering along side Felicie Boucher’s passionate fascination of family roots. Touring France with Georgette, the self-proclaimed family historian she hears of yet another war memorial. “Felicie, your great grandfather Philippe Boucher’s memorial is there, second column twenty-fifth name from the top.” 104 years earlier Philippe never saw the adrenaline charged 30 centimeter bayonet… Continue reading My Children
Making plans with Grandpa is like entering a save the date entry onto my calendar. He will have the chain saw sharpened, fueled, and a thermos of black coffee ready. I’ll pick up jelly donuts. Grandpa will repeat how wood heats three times. When you cut it, haul it, and burn it. The surprise came… Continue reading Labor of Love
“Five years ago that coffee bar was a liquor store. Do you see the stairs Jeff?” “Yeah, I see ‘em.” “There is a tiny closet under the staircase, not tall enough to stand in, but it does have a door.” “That’s where you lived?” Unaware of his own facial ticks and twitching, Jeff’s question met… Continue reading Chain Breaker
When asked, I’m the neighbor that will feed the cat, water the plants, and take in the mail. It is ironic to witness an incredibly hypnotic spider web in the home of an arachnophobic. Two years ago I brushed a spider off of Annette’s back porch, and humbly rewarded with a plate of fresh baked… Continue reading Playful Temptation