The Secret Place
When I was a child, my secret place was under the covers.Silly? Maybe.But in that small cocoon of sheets and shadows, I felt safe. Protected. Untouchable. Those days are long gone. Life has a way of pulling back the covers and reminding us how vulnerable we really are. Late nights walking from the garage. Driving…
A Good Shepherd Leads His Sheep & Goats
Here I go again with more inspiration from “the tales of Bryson”. My youngest grandson’s life is consumed with the great outdoors and his animals, so of course, his live-stock causes my mind’s “ticker tape” to keep rolling! His priority is his animals’ care and he loves it when I help him feed them at…