When I was a high school FFAer, one handy way to make money every fall was to take a shift at the local feeder calf sale. It wasn’t exactly easy money. It was hard work late into the night, but for those of us who knew what we were doing it was at least simple … Continue reading Working Cattle
Someone keeps putting dirty dishes in my sink.
“The one thing you need to know about the house is that there isn’t a dishwasher.” The realtor was looking at me with an expression on her face like she’d just shared the long-hidden secrets of the universe, but this particular secret didn’t seem to be very well hidden. We were standing in the cramped … Continue reading Someone keeps putting dirty dishes in my sink.
My Mother’s Burnt Offerings
Mom always loved Jesus more than she loved me. She told me so herself, over and over again, when I was growing up. Every morning she would say to me, “Jimmy, you’re my only child, and I love you more than I love myself. But I love Jesus even more.” Then she would read the … Continue reading My Mother’s Burnt Offerings
I said it with flowers. That was a mistake.
There’s this little flower shop on the way home from the office. At least, I thought it was a flower shop. The sign on the window says, “Granny’s Yarbs and Apothecary.” I wasn’t sure what to make of a name like that, but since the dirty shop windows were filled with plants and blooms I … Continue reading I said it with flowers. That was a mistake.
We protect our family
I never much liked going to my granny’s house when I was a little girl. Don’t get me wrong, Granny wasn’t mean or cruel or anything else. She was just creepy and weird and very, very hillbilly. When she spoke, it was with a thick hill accent that most folks wouldn’t understand these days. When … Continue reading We protect our family
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