Author: jinksto

**With nods to my friend Greybeard… if you shed an easy tear… well, fair warning.** One of the secrets that I mentioned earlier has come to pass. Remember last year I talked about Ms Samantha and her potential illness?  Remember

This post was written by Mrs Jinksto and me as an email to some friends who are facing tough times.  I’ve asked them if I could share it here because I thought it was a neat bit of writing that

Some of my best Christmas memories come from being a child.  A child in a very poor family.  I’ve been there.  I’ve eaten meals provided by others in bags surreptitiously left on a porch when no one was home. I

… it was the worst of times.*  Charles Dickens finishes that thought with a long paragraph that continues the theme but those two more famous lines from the opening paragraph of A Tale of Two Cities really describe what this

  I knelt beside a tiny brook in Uwharrie National Forest this morning and watched it slowly, slowly push past the rocks.  The stream is nearly dry but continues to trickle along day after day.  Small crawfish [ref]Or more properly

I was in Toronto last week for three days.  Long hard days of work in a big city.  A very big, very progressive city. We had been talking about doing a Gumbo on Saturday but coming home late Friday night

  A friend posted this link on Facebook.  A random comment on that post reminded me of this story. One night while I was in the military I was traveling through an airbase.  I stopped in at a local bar

My favorite song is amazing grace as sung by my mother on beautiful spring days at the kitchen sink.  Mom wasn’t a singer.  I mean, she wasn’t horrible but it’s not something that she normally did and she didn’t sing

Note: If you actually came here looking for how to make Redneck Wine Glasses… scroll all the way to the bottom. Being part of a community is kinda cool.  If I don’t post for a while folks like Greybeard over