Month: December 2020

My son-in-law and I stood in the grass next to the driveway staring at this big glob of yellowish yuck. That’s the best I can

I know. It’s an odd image for a Christmas post. It has also been an odd year. I would say more than odd—extraordinary even. 2020

“You could have gotten a bigger truck!” “But you told me to save money.” “So, saving a few dollars on a truck was more important

The large juniper anchoring the corner of my childhood home always seemed to have bagworms. I remember those brown bags hanging like Christmas ornaments. Never

Those words make me cringe. This year I decided to not attend the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference in person. I and many others