There’s no feeling quite like that of unmerited grace.
Say, fer instance, hearing your name called as the prize winner in a skills contest…when you know for certain you’re simply not all that skillful.
There’s no feeling quite like that of unmerited grace.
Say, fer instance, hearing your name called as the prize winner in a skills contest…when you know for certain you’re simply not all that skillful.
The ‘gimmes’ flowed freely in my foursome at the golf league the other night.
A second cousin’s wedding provided the chance for a little extra quality time yesterday with my (slightly) elder brother.
Dust flew yesterday at Mom’s place, and I was secretly grateful for the airborne irritants.
Next time, I’ll know better: Don’t trust the iPhone camera to adequately capture a once-in-a-lifetime event.
More and more often these days, I notice that I feel like a stranger in my own country.
It’s a pretty safe bet that Gerri did not expect we’d spend our 38th anniversary on a golf course.
I did a double-take as soon as I saw the bottle.
Word came yesterday that there’s a signed contract to sell Mom’s house. A few contingencies still to be met, sure: But it appears this deal is just about done…putting the wraps on the search for a buyer that began well over a year ago.
The news wasn’t entirely good in my estimation.
The beautiful flower bed saddened me enormously…and instantaneously.