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The Poo-Poo Debacle

The Poo-Poo Debacle

“You mean the cows can poop anywhere they want on your ranch?” Justin, age 7 asked my grandson Barrett, also age 7. I leaned back against the jeep and watched…Read more
Dear Lord… Please…

Dear Lord… Please…

I sat down at the dinner table, shot Barrett, my six-year-old grandson, a strained smile, then pressed my hands together in prayer. My husband, Henry, jumped a bit too enthusiastically…Read more
The Problem With Grandma’s Lie

The Problem With Grandma’s Lie

"Grandma," Barrett's small voice sounded from somewhere in the dark. I felt the bed give as he scrambled up to the empty space between Henry and me. "There's something scary…Read more