Then it’s sacrificing a goat at 3:15 a.m. As far as neighbors go, I sure know how to pick ’em. I escaped the entire baseball team only to be met by the facial piercing brigade on the other side of my wall. Across the hall, on the other hand, is a very sweet neighbor who, […]Read More if it ain’t knuckle-draggin’
It is a beautiful, God-breathed day here at the West residence in Boonville, Mo. I’m drinking coffee with a French vanilla creamer that Gerry and Cynda probably bought especially for me, as it still had the foil seal this morning when I took it out of the fridge, and they know how much I love […]Read More are you an aunt…or…?