When tempest tossed, embrace chaos
I can love October in September. September doesnโt care.
Every talent is unearned, however, and with it comes a solemn obligation to use it as fully and as wisely as possible.
Whiskers of the cat, Webbed toes on my swimming dog; God is in the details.
Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.
Britney: You in a fight? Odd: No, It's an employment-related fork wound.