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Can We Keep Him!?

He won’t eat much, and we won’t even have to clean up after him. Honest, Mom! He can live in the lake! Read the rest of this entry »

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HANDYMAN SPECIAL!

Townhome for sale. Spectacular view, nice neighborhood, needs some repairs.

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A Boatload of Memories

I wrote this in story form a few years ago, but it fits this week’s dVerse Poet Pub’s “Poetics” prompt, so I poeticized it this morning. The dVerse prompt was titled “Missing You”, and if there’s one thing I miss more than any other, it’s the good old days and those fun times with my aunts, uncles, cousins, and the rest of my extended family. We’re scattered all over the country these days, and it just don’t seem right. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Boatload of Memories

One Saturday afternoon a few summers ago I was taking a walk and came upon an old boat. It looked as though it had been there for a while; weeds grown up around it, paint badly faded, motor gone, body spider-webbed with cracks, and leaning precariously to one side. Read the rest of this entry »

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Get The Dog First!

This is another skiing story, and for you Wes fans out there, he’s the co-star. Number one billing has to go to our little dog, Dockers, though, and you will soon understand why. Read the rest of this entry »

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No Wonder!

In the story, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother, I write about a time when I was able to do something beyond my natural strength and ability when my brother was hurt; it took place while we were waterskiing. This is another story about skiing, but in this one, instead of being able to pull my brother into the boat with super-human strength, I am unable to get myself out of the water. Read the rest of this entry »

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It Looks Like You Lost!

Y’all know how I love to tell “Wes” stories; well, here’s one of my favorites. It’s about this one evening when Wes came dragging into our house, scratched up, bruised, and limping. If it hadn’t been for his patented, lopsided grin, I would have thought he’d been in a car accident. Read the rest of this entry »

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Get The Dog First!

This is another skiing story, and for you Wes fans out there, he’s the co-star. Number one billing has to go to our little dog, Dockers, though, and you will soon understand why. Read the rest of this entry »

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No Wonder!

 In the story, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother, I write about a time when I was able to do something beyond my natural strength and ability when my brother was hurt; it took place while we were waterskiing. This is another story about skiing, but in this one, instead of being able to pull my brother into the boat with super-human strength, I am unable to get myself out of the water. Read the rest of this entry »

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Just An Old Boat

            One Saturday afternoon last summer, I was walking around the small lake behind the RV Park where I stayed during the week. My work then took me out of town most weeks and my travel trailer gave me a sense of home while I was not with Sherry and our little old dog, Dockers. I was there on a weekend, because Sherry and I had come over to take care of some business in College Station. Read the rest of this entry »

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