“You ride with an outlaw, you die with an outlaw. I’m sorry you crossed the line. ” ~Augustus McCrae, Lonesome Dove
Rest now weary sinners, there’s a reckoning just ahead. Where the work of grace begins, and every hope…
An uncomfortable familiarity, hangs heavy above.  Swirling mysteries rise, trapped forever between.          Memories; of what used to…
With less than 24 hours before kickoff to Super Bowl #49 (yea, I didn’t do the Roman numerals…
floating in a sea of uncertainty among islands of pain and misery so I continue to paddle as…
Happy day my friends!
It seemed a day like any other day,    where adults worked and children played. The sun shone brightly…
