An open letter to the love of my life. I have long wanted to be able to express these things to her but am unable. I do pretty well sharing on the blog so ya’ll get a free pass for
Christmas in Opulence
In my post “Christmas in Poverty”. I said that we would eat for our Christmas meal those things that we had donated to the local Community Outreach program or CRO. We did this not to glorify ourselves but to prove
Before God
**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
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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
Christmas in Poverty
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 best of times…
… 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