They’re God’s Rough Draft
I couldn’t be here in Austin without a tale from my youngest grandson, Bryson. He introduced me to my new grand-guineas. At first sight, I thought they were white turkeys. Four of them. They were a gift from a friend to the family. Is “gift” the operative word? I’m not sure. Because the guineas are…
My Rolling in the Hay Adventures
Not only do I blog every day, but I also write in my journal the highlights of each day — the “God” encounters, the strange, the off-kilter, the wacky, and the wild adventures. Truly I amuse myself. Believe me, I have plenty to write about — even outside of my normal routine. A couple of…