A Broken Arm and a Best Friend

A Broken Arm and a Best Friend

The first time I saw it I was 6.  He turned his left wrist over and there it was!  A long, straight scar with eight “dots” where the stitching had been.  It didn’t scare me.  At six, I thought it would be a cool “Show and Tell” topic. ...
Lord, Percolate Me!

Lord, Percolate Me!

One of my favorite smells is the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning.  Although I only drink one cup of coffee a day, my wife knows how to doctor up that cup just the way I like it.  Fortunately, we live in a day when we can have a pot or an individual cup...