Back in the days when I didn’t know I was a writer, I could still tell stories and folks would laugh.  I’d see the funny in normal events, and when

I see that Better Conversation Week ran at the back end of November.  Good thinking.  If I give the locals several weeks to cool down from their week of angst,

He’s just done it again.  Jesus, Gentle Healer, heart beating full with love for those castoffs, speaks a word and heals the lepers.  His word alone, going forth, makes them

“For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”  Mr. Pope must’ve been thinking of me when he wrote that line.  

You may have seen him in Friday’s post (if not, skip down below).  If you know him at all (or if you read the post), you’ll know that he came

Just this week, he came home with a CD in his pocket, loaded with (swallowing hard) his senior pictures.  Eager, Mother flashed upstairs the next morning, tearing through them, smiling