He, our youngest son Barney, was laying on the kitchen floor, in the way, with a plastic chicken (of the barnyard type) singing.
Boc-boc-booooc-boc-boc-boc-boc-boc…boc-boc-boooooc-boc-boc-boc-boc.
(I know…this is the sorriest game of name that tune you’ve ever played. Please, bear with me.)
The tune sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. So I [...]
My heart is hurting today. It hurts when I look at my country and don’t recognize it as America anymore. Instead I see a tornado slide spiralling into the great abyss of forced socialism. It makes me sick.
I’ve sent my tea bags in quiet protest. I’ve cheered for the rallies that common, tax paying Americans have [...]
There are few material things that I have that are priceless, but this is one of them…
a simple piece of paper, with scrawls of crayon from a child’s hand. I found it after church one day. The pews were empty and I was alone with my thoughts. I asked my boys if it was theirs but neither [...]
Continue reading about Goodness, through the hand of a child
Sleigh bells ring. Are ya list’nen?
I’m not.
In the lane, snow is gliss’nen…
Snow. What snow. I’m looking out the window at my wheat field and wondering, is it really time for the tree? It’s 60 degrees for heaven’s sake.
A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight… (well some of us are.)
W is almost ten and is wondering is Santa for true. [...]
