She seemed wrinkly, in a happy way
Once in a while I come upon a perfect egg: no spots, no flakes of shell, no blood, no mud or unmentionable dirt. Just a smooth copper oval of awesomeness. I admire the egg and it’s pristine beauty.
Jesus didn’t die so that we could be more ethical and more moral. Jesus didn’t die so that we could have a better life or Read More
The health of a church is directly proportional to the number of artists thriving in it.
Recently I posted a photo of a wall on my Facebook page. No words. Just a brick wall. I was surprised at the response I Read More
you know you have a problem when the fruit flies show up …
Sondra, the Warrior I miss her – a lot. I was supposed to have a meeting with her last week. Now I’m counselor-less, but more Read More