That cute face looking at you up there is Ice. She came into our lives about a year and a half ago. She was three months old when we got her and she has been quite an addition. The ad said she was a Border Collie mix. We found out pretty quickly the “mix” included […]Read Post ›
I am in the middle of reading the book Time Lottery by Nancy Moser. The story line follows three people who were chosen as the first to be able to go back to an “Alternity” or to their past life. Once there, they would have the chance to make a change which will result in […]Read Post ›
Last Wednesday I fell into an issue. We were leaving our house to take the dogs for a walk. I locked the door and turned to step off the porch. What I failed to notice was my foot was tangled in the tie out for the dogs. Aided by a madly pulling dog, I preceded to […]Read Post ›
Holy Week begins with Palm Sunday. As I look towards those events I will be reminded of in the next seven days, two pictures of Jesus come to mind. First was the unfairness he needed to bear. Our world demands fairness. I cannot listen to any news reports or read comments on any social media […]Read Post ›
Except when it comes to foreign films, I have never been a fan of subtitles. It always seems like so much more work to have to read and watch at the same time and to also ignore the spoken words in a language I do not understand. And then came Ice, our younger dog who, being young […]Read Post ›
Good morning, Lord Lord, you have investigated me, and you know. You know when I sit down and when I get up. You understand my thoughts from far off. You keep track of when I travel and when I stay, and you are familiar with all my ways. Before there is a word on my […]Read Post ›
Reading through my last few posts is kind of depressing for me. The things going on are tough to handle and do appear to come without end. But, as I prayed this morning it came to me that I sound like those people who use Facebook to only let everyone know how bad their lives […]Read Post ›
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. A while ago I came across the poem by Dylan Thomas Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. As it has been not so long since my father’s […]Read Post ›
A while ago, the book titled Fruit of the Drunken Tree piqued my interest. The story contrasts the struggles of Chula, who lives in a gated community in Bogotá, Columbia and Petrona, the family’s maid, who lives in city’s slum area–an area controlled by followers of Pablo Escobar, an infamous drug lord. Ingrid Rojas Contreras, the author, used her […]Read Post ›
We have been back from vacation for a while and I have to admit it has been a little rough. No, life is not that much different. But my attitude is a little less than desirable. I never like to see vacations end, but this seemed a lot worse. The vacation was good. We saw […]Read Post ›
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