Less than a week left of writing a poem a day for Tupelo Press. This project will end on Sunday, July 30. What a rich experience it’s been to begin writing…
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Carol said I should ride Tessie as much as possible because she needs to build up her muscles to do what I ask her. And she is fat. As with…
When I met Bitsy, she sniffed my shoes. Maybe that’s a good sign from a cat that G said used to attack her when she visited her mom. She’s a handsome…
Since it’s the the end of January, that time when winter stretches out without much to look forward to and February can be a cruel month–Lent comes late this year and…
Many people see the year turning, sigh, and say they truly hope the next year goes easier on them. There have been many years where I longed for a better year….
The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light. (Rom. 13;12, NIV) I…
“Therefore you must be ready, for the Son of Man will arrive at an unexpected hour.” Matt 24:44. Lately I’ve been wondering about how I might meet my death. I wonder…
Suddenly the road did not make sense as I headed home after dark. It’s one thing to see your landmarks, knowing you turn left at the stop sign, turn left…
December 2015 I’ve been riding Tessie through her bucks and bolting for the last month’s worth of lessons. She’s telling me something but I’m not sure what, though yesterday when…
On our way to Grubsteakers, newly opened from being smashed by the EF4 tornado, Mr P said, “That was the farm where I delivered a propane tank. Everyone wanted theirs…