My husband goes to the grocery store or Costco near me every day! I am amazed when I accompany him to Kroger that the women who work the self-checkout line know him so well. It is like they are old friends, and he knows their names and asks after different ailments. My daughter says he... Continue Reading →
A Roof Over My Head is a Gift to be Thankful For
Daily writing promptWrite about your dream home.View all responses When I was a teenager in the 1950s and 1960s, we lived in a neighborhood where everyone was black due to segregation. There were beautiful brick houses that I craved to live in. We lived in a three-room wooden apartment, with the bathroom tacked on to... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 