
Thanksmas
Since I won’t be back for Christmas, I brought a collection of Christmas dipped marshmallow pops for my nieces and nephews at out Thanksgiving gathering.
Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)
Since I won’t be back for Christmas, I brought a collection of Christmas dipped marshmallow pops for my nieces and nephews at out Thanksgiving gathering.
As a few of my closest friends know, I’ve found myself quite emotional in the last few days, avoiding the media as much as possible,
“God, could there be something mentally wrong with me?” I prayed aloud one night this week after work. (This is a true story, I’m afraid.)
I invite your family to visit the refugees with my photographer and I, next Thursday, when everyone in your family moves from the kitchen to
Isn’t it funny how we all have our own niche? I was sitting on my Laurel Street couch last night (aka my friend Velinda’s couch)
I know I’ve mentioned this event several times, but I think it’s a really cool idea for readers and writers in a small community, and