• Words that must be spoken

    Opening a Can of Worms

    I was thinking just this morning that I was getting so frustrated with all of the political rhetoric on Facebook and that I should probably take a step back.  I can take it when someone disagrees with me.  I really can.  What I can’t take is the plethora of misinformation formatted as propaganda.  I often see posts that look questionable, and rather than rushing to click “share,” I do a quick search and find out that something has been twisted to fit an agenda.  Sometimes, it’s so obviously a doctored photograph, that I can’t believe someone would actually believe it.  Other times, I can tell it’s a real picture, but…

  • Words that must be spoken

    Hello world!

    I live in a 28-ft. travel trailer…with no slide-outs.  Not by myself.  My husband and son are blessed to share the space with me.  This was not a dream of mine, a goal, or even a thought I had growing up.  It is a reality, however. My father-in-law passed away in June of 2016.  He left nearly everything he owned to my husband, which consisted of a few acres of land, around 55 mama cows, a slew of babies, and three bulls.  On the land, sits a 40-plus-year-old double-wide trailer house, threadbare and thoroughly lived-in.  If you were to venture inside it, you would need to be very careful.  There…