From the age of 7-10, I lived in a tiny town in Oklahoma called Heavener. Over the years, I’ve met a number of people who were born and spent their whole lives in Oklahoma, and none of those people except for one ever heard of Heavener. I have
Life on the (Hobby) Farm
I did it again. I somehow sloshed just enough water on my laptop to fry the keyboard. This would be the second time, in case you’re keeping track. Can anyone top that?
I thought for a brief, heart-stopping moment that I might have to go
We have a not-so-secret getaway place, the pastor and I. It’s a ferry-ride away, which is why it’s not much of a secret. There are only a few options around here which involve ferries.
The ferry we take over likes to keep you on your toes.
Here’s a snapshot of July from a few years ago …
“Well, life on the farm is kinda laid baaaaack!”
Really? Let’s see now. How has my week gone …
Two of our goats, Bambi and Jimmy, had a touch of something or other.
I left my friend’s apartment in Pleasant Hill, California, where all is sunshine and flip flops, and came home to Autumn: Part 2, otherwise known as “Juneuary in the Northwest.” (Thanks for that, Kent :)) Rainy gray skies, wind-whipped