Fried Bologna Shelly was shopping and running errands all morning. I sat wondering what I wanted for lunch. Looking in the fridge I saw what has been a part of…
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Life With Color – Part 6 Here I was, a West Texas boy who lived near Compton and moved back to the Texas panhandle was now making a move from…
Life With Color – Part 5 Shelly and I left Southern California and moved to a Texas panhandle town in 1990. Borger, Texas had about 15,000 people and was a…
Life With Color – Part 4 I moved to California in 1985 to attend college in San Dimas. I graduated from a small, very independent and strict Baptist college. My…
Life With Color – Part 3 When I started High School at Lubbock High some of my friends from Junior High went to three different High Schools. At Lubbock High…
A Life With Color – Part 2 When I was in 5th grade we moved from Fort Worth to Lubbock, Texas. Great thing was that we were moving closer to…
A Life With Color – Part 1 Last Monday Shelly and I went to the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, Tennessee. It was a powerful experience for…
A Life Without the B.S. #4 No Back Stabbing There is an old saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Don’t we wish…
A Life Without the B.S. #3 No Boring Servitude I know, I know. Last week I wrote about No Blowing Sunshine and I come up with a title like “No…
A Life Without the B.S. #2 No Blowing Sunshine We live in a different kind of world today. Everything is on social media and events happen and then the whole…