Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

From what I have seen on social media, it's Goodbye, 2021, And Good Riddance. So sad, for there WAS good in the year to which agendas bl...

Cancer ate my breakfast, and I've got a hunch that 'fore ending of this test it's gonna eat my lunch, but nonetheless I'm in...

I love meteor showers, and so, I think, would Service Dog Belle (who looks exactly like a seventy-pound German Shepherd puppy), if they didn...

A sad week, with Megan The Tank (a huge Aussie) slipping away. As I write this, with her next to me, and her canine friends next to her (she...

Cancer's bad, and the best antidote is humour...in this case, thinking up nicknames for my dear wife.  I shall now sing a hosanna to cel...

On this Thanksgiving Day, I'm grateful for the end of pride. I've had several bad falls lately, causing concussions, and now, while ...

We have cows. Not our own, mind; our home is on the open range, and cows regularly drift through to munch on the sage, and on the desert wil...