Through My Eyes
Life isn’t about someday or yesterday. It isn’t about what could have been or what may someday be. It’s about today, right now, this very… Read more
But For The Grace of God
It isn’t often that I get involved in the political discussions within the online community that I run. Today though, one of the conversations set… Read more
I smiled . . .
I have been wanting to visit the Bussey’s Flea Market in Schertz, (about a 15 minute drive from here) for quite some time now. It… Read more
Sound of the Mourning Dove
I woke to the lonesome sound of the mourning dove Drawn to the sight of her, resting on the branch Cautiously watching the others all… Read more
The Voices Within
The Voice of Hope . . . The voice of hope still believes in fairy tales and happily ever after. It is often quickly smothered… Read more