It’s Christmas Eve, a lovely, breezy day in central, coastal Florida. This is my favorite time of year. The beautify of Christmas lights, the traditions and familiarity of songs and movies. The good will and cheer in the hearts of so many. I’m blessed by you all and want to wish you a very, merry Christmas. I’ve been slow on …
A man named Brett Bush
I was eighteen, out of high school having graduated six months early, and doing nothing much but working and hanging out. Riding horse. (That confession rendered another hilarious Hubby-Rachel moment. A few weeks ago I said, “Yeah, I graduated, hung out, worked a lot, rode horses.” “You rode horses.” He arched one brow because he has that talent. “Yeah, couple …