A Few Wise Men

The reason we need Christmas....failure. Read my thoughts HERE.

Best Day Ever

Yesterday was the best day ever.

Here's WHY....

Perfect Day

Today was the perfect day.

A Prime Message in the Eleventh Hour

So....is the world really gonna end on 11/11/11?

To read my thoughts....click HERE.

More Than Cinnamon

So...what do haircuts and cinnamon candles have in common. My favorite month of the year. October.

I was born to live in October.

To read the full story, click HERE.

Strolling in the Deep

As I journey through my home state of Louisiana....I couldn't help but take the long countryside walks that I love....

To read all about it, click HERE.

A Bird In The Bush Is Worth Two in Each Hand

For my May post in The Cross Timbers Gazette....click HERE.

If The Shoe Doesn't Fit Don't Wear It

Reminiscing about some old times....realizing that life's fairy tale is only complete when we allow Christ to reign.

Happy Easter, Dear Reader. To read on, click here.

Why It's Important to Not Leave Unsaid Unspoken Sometimes

Sometimes, it's better to leave unsaid unspoken. I agree. There are just those cases in life in which holding your tongue would produce better outcomes in the long run.

But my friend and Dear Reader, let me tell you that I have generally found that clearing the heart, mind, and thoughts of the things that should be spoken is a rare jewel. Whether good or bad, I believe that honest feedback is a tool in creating a great man or woman of God.

In honor of my Dad....Say What You Need to Say.

SUPER, SOCIAL, SYNERGISTIC, TEXAS, WHAT A HOSTESS!

My dance partner Phillip and I getting ready for the big dance off when we take center stage at Royal Affairs Ballroom on March 5 for Sue Weaver Dancing for the Cause.

What do the year 1967, Los Angeles, and the Green Bay Packers all have in common? Simple. Larry Jacobson. He attended Superbowl I, then known as the Supergame. Nicknamed “the can’t-miss kid” by The Los Angeles Times reporter Jerry Crowe, Larry and three others have never missed a Superbowl game. Now, The Never Miss a Superbowl Club has jet lag and we’ve all got a Superbowl XLV Hangovers here in North Texas. We’ve returned to routine, and perhaps even the lost art of dinner time conversation, the best venue on God’s green Earth for imparting or receiving life’s most valuable lessons.

To read more....click here.

And I Think of You

by my writer friend Bryan Hutchinson.

Happy Valentine's Day! I hadn't planned on taking a moment today to stop and catch my breath early on, but after reading this I was so impressed with Bryan's work that I had to post. Amazing job!


Turn down a road… with nowhere to go. There is an absence of direction… be it fast or be it slow.
When off in the distance… the waters ripple east. The majesty of Granger… creates a visual feast.
So I pull to the side… and I exit the door. ...I climb the steep bank… and travel to the shore.
And I think about you.

Overlooking the waters… no humanistic sound can I hear. So I stop to ponder life… with no hesitation and no fear.
The wind rips violently… through the mighty tree tops. The water ravishes the banks… flowing right over the rocks.
The fowl fight the air… trying hard to stay in flight. The moon takes its place… in the midst of days bright light.
The browner grass of winter... fights hard to just survive. Yet in this moment down deep inside… I am reminded that I truly am alive.
And I think of you.

The adventures we have shared… be them short or be them long. The feeling of a slow dance… and the memory of a song.
The images of childhood… before the days we share. Frolicking in the freedom… when life had not a care.
The pains that have drawn us together… and the pains that have torn us apart. The love that flourishes deep within… the promise of a daily fresh start.
It’s seems as life chases me daily… with the immense power of a train. But here in this quiet moment… sweeter memories come into my brain.
And I think of you.

The touch of your palm… under my finger’s print. The perfection of your body… as if it were pressed in a mint.
The glow of your teeth… like the shimmer of fresh milk. The flow of your hair… like supple wave of spring’s silk.
The form of your breasts… your stomach and your hips. The glimmer of your eyes…and depth of your lips.
My mind runs wild… with anticipatory glee. And here in this wilderness I bow to my knee.
And I think of you.

The whirling wind around me… seems to disappear. And suddenly in my mind.. you are so near.
I can taste your sweet breath… and feel your gentle touch. And I wonder how one can experience… a melodious bliss like such.
The image is so brilliant… as if captured in time. As we make love… everything else seems so sublime.
There is power and passion… mixed with gentle soft hands. And the glass of moments captured… continually deposits her sands.
And I think of you.

Then in an instant… I again start to mourn. For in the near tidewaters… a fisherman blasts his horn.
As if a hypnotist snapped his fingers… your image is lost. Now I am left wondering… what could be the cost.
To gain for a second… the promise of the past. To live each and every moment… as if it be the last.
To find the missing ingredient… to this puzzle we call life. To strangle the hands of time… and put it to the knife.
And I think about you.

My 2011 New Year's Resolutions

This year....here's what I Resolve.

Got Catfish: Danna's Award-Winning Delight a Branson MUST

I spent an extended Christmas vacation in Branson West not too far from Danna's award-winning catfish. I was told that it was a MUST by friends who had eaten there.
They were absolutely right! On what I would consider just a "regular" day...the line was nearly out the door, but service was efficient and my appetite was more than satisfied with this delightfully light and golden treat that just melted in my mouth with each bite.
Of all the restaurant meals in Branson, Danna's is one we won't soon forget.

Thanks to my friends George and Sharla Shivers of Branson Country Getaway for giving us the tip!

For more on Branson, click here.