The Preacher

I don’t recall a time in my life when my daddy wasn’t a preacher. I’m told I was about five when he and Mom sold everything they had, packed up a Uhaul, and headed to Colorado Springs to attend Bible College. You know, I’m still amazed when I think about that.  My mom was always … Continue reading The Preacher

A Hard Goodbye

Dear Tait, I remember when you came to us. It was Christmas. Well, you were too small to be there in flesh and blood so we pasted a picture inside of a book about dogs and gave it as a gift.  I wish you could’ve seen their faces, the kids, I mean, when they opened … Continue reading A Hard Goodbye