and Purposeful Prose
In my last "Parentage" installment my cowboy great-grandpa met three wayward men on his migration from England to Canada. (The wayward part is my embellishment.) We also found out that these three brothers would become his brother's-in-law! Yeehaw! Here's where I started getting confused by the way this story was written. One moment I was [...]
Nothing went as planned last Saturday. I don't know if it was because I was overtired--not having had enough sleep--but one failed attempt at making the best of this day, after another, sent me back to bed in tears. It feels so stupid. I felt ridiculous. First I couldn’t connect with Jesus. Then I couldn't [...]
I'm not an entertainer For me there's little appeal I'd rather not to be type cast I prefer to keep it real. Sometimes I like to contemplate And drink in something deep There are times I have a lot to say Other times I barely speak. I can surely be filled with excitement But at [...]
Pippi's Poetry 