“Dead-er than a door nail,” I tell you. Slow, painful death. Innards unceremoniously sucked out by an expert. Currently in a box, “resting in peace.” In the demise, it took valuable information.
The “Genius” explained that it was almost vintage. Since I’m more than almost vintage, I can relate.
The dearly departed was my old computer.
My shiny new, bigger-screened computer sits atop my desk just waiting for me to tap out a blog to you.
Because of my computer problems, my fiction book Jesus Called Me Grandma will not be finished as soon as I had hoped. A newer edition, however, of my book I WILL NEVER...now has pictures as well as copies of a few things our son Daniel had written.
The book is available at Amazon.com as well as locally at Christian Supply. Even got a few in my car. I hope you’ll think of I WILL NEVER...for Christmas gifts! It would be a great gift for those who say “I will never…” (which is about 99.9% of the population.)
You know one thing that people tell me about the book? Continue reading
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I was at a church in Georgia getting ready to speak at a banquet for women. The lady seated next to me was trying to be friendly to “the speaker” but was having a hard time figuring out just how to go about it.
So I began asking her questions about herself and that went better. While I was being introduced, she leaned over and asked, “So, are you ready to do your show?”
I smiled, gave her a brief hug, and took the platform. I told our story of our son Daniel’s fall from a bunk bed with resulting head injuries and aggressive behavior. It’s never an easy story to tell. Never. Continue reading