She had good intentions...oh well.

Six More Words

The home-cooked meal brought Reynolds home.

Crushed but Not Destroyed!

His gentle post-chemo snoring comforts me.

The Cross

Ressurection conquered death on the cross.

I am finding it hard to write posts - I'm not clever enough to think of witty/intelligent/meaningful/interesting posts on a regular basis. So I have challenged my self to this: write six words at least once a week - if not more - that tell a whole story. Ernest Hemmingway wrote this one:

For Sale: Baby shoes, never used.

Brilliant.

Paul will be helping me from time to time. Let's see how many minutes this resolve lasts.