“How much would you charge us to carry daddy to his grave in your wagon?” the man asked the cowboy. “Nothing. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.” This simple, honest exchange is reason number seven hundred and twenty two gazillion (and counting) of why I love the cowboy so. While he…
I hope you and yours had a memorable Easter. Not sure if it’s my physical or spiritual age that makes each year a little sweeter but hands down Resurrection Sunday is my favorite. As did many of you, we celebrated the RISEN SAVIOR with family and friends. Much to the cowboy’s delight we did not…
I ate a whole jar of pickled okra sittin’ on the golf cart talking and squallin’ with my momma yesterday do you do that? Not the eatin’ the whole jar of pickled okra part but the sittin’ and squallin’ to momma part.. I do that.. it’s good for my soul. I’ve decided I need people. I…
“We live in a state of losses..” I believe it. Our youth is fleeting. Just ask the cowboy’s back or the elasticity of my skin. Children are becoming adults.. growing some days from one size to the next with each breath. Many losing money with the next Dow report. Perfect relationships today -signed and…
“Will y’all pray that I won’t be so greedy?” “so greedy..” As if a dab of greed were okay. The same lame prayer. The same lame words. The same lame heart. For years. Lame. The bills didn’t stop because the shopping and charging hadn’t stopped. Day after day I checked the mail. Week after week…
We were gathered round the campfire after a great day at the beach.. Pop, the MawMaw and the cowboy reminiscing about old boy scout camping trips while the littles scavenged around the campsite gathering necessary ingredients.. Leaves, sand, sticks, seashells, sand, water, supper scraps and sand… Did I mention sand? When the youngest declared, “SAND SOUP…