I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Monthly Archives: April 2015
Bell rings and children come in with news to share. “Teacher, we learned a new jump rope tune.” Cinderella dressed in yella Went upstairs to kiss a fella Made a mistake kissed a snake How many doctors will it take? … Continue reading
Genesis 1:12, “The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds …” So flowers began. Now what might God have thought would be good reasons for man to have flowers? They are pretty, even beautiful. Unlike animals, some … Continue reading
Dear Power: I have been given a writing assignment as follows: Pick up a book nearby, turn to page 29, and write a letter to what you find there. I did that, and there I found you. So forgive me … Continue reading
I saw on Face Book that a group of mothers signed a petition to ask one of their friends to dry up about the daily/hourly achievements of her infant daughter. Well, if you think mothers are bad, you should just … Continue reading
“Hurry, Baby, we have to get out of here before the snow gets worse,” said Roger to Ashlyn as they went out the door. Sammy and I stood in the door watching them go. Ashlyn hurried along beside her “Haw-Hee.” … Continue reading
Known for being a part of the Dustbowl history of the 1930’s—sometimes called the Dirty Thirty’s—my home in Southeastern Colorado in the 1940’s had changed considerably. Roosevelt’s programs, the WPA and the CCC, had made improvements in land conservation. Also … Continue reading
Colorado has its fresh water trout. Texas has it redfish bay. Cities have their fish and chips. And I’ll have fish any place, just make it fried! Fried fish. Scene One: A pan full of trout barely past fingerling stage, … Continue reading
My mother salvaged an old desk from a dilapidated school which I had attended, painted the desk, and painted a picture of the remains of the school. The picture hangs on my wall; the desk sits in my corner. And, … Continue reading
“CROSS MY HEART and hope to die; stick a needle in my eye.” Do you remember that? It’s about like the deal being made with Iran. Or, do you remember King’s X? That’s when you have your fingers crossed. You … Continue reading