We lived in a little out-of-the-way place on Lake Travis called Spicewood Beach for almost ten years, and though some days were awesome (the majority of them), some were better than others, some were not so good, and some were pretty bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time.Read the rest of this entry »
Maybe some will disagree, but in every life there are at least a few days that are treasure.
When we’re blue and life comes down on us—those times when everything is tawdry and gray, like a carnival on a rainy day—we can go back to the good days and remind ourselves life isn’t always a rigged game.
Life seems to be a series of seasons, and we have to learn to roll with the good and the bad. Some seasons are better than others, some are really bad, and others are outstanding. Throughout our lives, there will be good times with friends, and there will be battles with enemies, andRead the rest of this entry »
It lasted almost ten years, and though some days were better than others, and some were really bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time. Read the rest of this entry »
It lasted almost ten years, and though some days were better than others, and some were really bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time. Read the rest of this entry »
We weren’t poor when I was a kid, but we didn’t have many luxuries either. The thing is we never gave it much thought, because there was somebody looking out for us who did her best to see we had everything that was within her power to provide. To this day, she doesn’t realize how powerful she was and still is. But we do.Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s another one for Sherry to close out our special day. We lived in a small subdivision on Lake Travis for a little over nine years. The time we spent there was wonderful and there were lots of precious moments. This poem describes one of the many special evenings we shared there.Read the rest of this entry »
Sherry and I lived in a small subdivision on Lake Travis for a little over nine years. The time we spent there was wonderful and there were lots of precious moments. This poem describes one of the many special evenings we shared there.Read the rest of this entry »
We weren’t really poor when I was a kid, but I’d guess we were lower middle class, or maybe upper lower class, when it came to our standard of living. It really doesn’t matter, because in spite of some bad stuff, we were happy for the most part. I credit Mom for that. This story is about one of the little things she did that made those times special. Read the rest of this entry »
almost ten years, and though some days were awesome (the majority of them), some were better than others, some were not so good, and some were pretty bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time. Read the rest of this entry »
Maybe some will disagree, but in every life there are at least a few days that are treasure.
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