I am not fond of the Christmas clock. Can I just say that right now, and kinda get it out there in the open? I love Christmas, and I have no problem with clocks as a general rule, but the … Continue reading
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So let me get this straight. You kill a tree, or hire someone to do it for you. You drag said dead tree into your house, rearranging the furniture so as to give it a place of prominence. You then … Continue reading
…of mice and men, gang aft agley. Which is Scottish for, “get seriously fouled up.” This is a post about failure. … Continue reading
This is sucking up the entire holiday season. I knew it would happen, so I shouldn’t complain—but where’s the fun in that? Cathy and Carissa have made it through the rehearsal time, and Miracle on 34th Street has officially … Continue reading
I sold my book…and not at a yard sale!!! Now, lest we get carried away, I should clarify that I sold exactly two copies of my book. I did, however, manage to give away 231 copies for free. That goes … Continue reading
It’s here!!!!!! The ebook is done…published…waiting for you…and free for the next 24 hours!!! Thanksgiving for the Dad-Man is aimed specifically at—as you might guess—dads. Still, it’s for everybody. You’ll find a week’s worth of devotions that take you up … Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to write this for a while now, but I keep putting it off… … Continue reading
Hello, All! Great news. I, who struggle to finish anything, have a book on the way! Look for it right here one week from today (that would be Wednesday, November 14). I mean, well, today is not the 14th–today is … Continue reading
Last time, I discussed the idea of witnessing by accident. If you missed my last post, you would be best off to go and read it, then come back to this one. Otherwise, this current story will have a less … Continue reading
Note: This is Part Four of a series. Wouldn’t it be a kick to go back and read from the beginning? The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley. But not skunks. Skunks always win. … Continue reading