
Sunday Night Blues


This is the last chapter in Part 2, Embracing the Present of my memoir, Cowboys Are Not Supposed…

The struggle is… Knowing that the human heart was built to break, and when it does, as it…
In myself, I have no right to ask As I tentatively crawl to Your throne In myself, I…
Waiting and watching, the rising and setting sun. Realizing dawn breaks, the nights lonely grip. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Healing in…

I like fruit, how about you? For me ripening raspberries means summer and life. I have a lot…

Vulnerable transparency post! My just released memoir is titled: Cowboys Are Not Supposed to Cry So why is…