My poor old retriever, Pete, isn’t doing so well. In July we took him to Los Angeles to the Sam Simon clinic to have a tumor removed from his front leg. It was diagnosed as an aggressive soft tissue sarcoma and the surgeon said it would almost assuredly come back, and fast. It did. Two […]
That’s a choice I make, to focus on the colors, to face life as a blank canvas and throw as much paint at it as possible. As Richard Paul Evans said, “Some people in this world have stopped looking for beauty, then wonder why their lives are so ugly.” I’ve faced more than my share
I’ve been a writer and editor nearly my whole life. Like Wonderland’s Alice, my very favorite phrase has always been, “Let’s pretend!” I wrote and directed my first play for my 4th grade class, something about a band of green-skinned aliens, as I recall. I excelled at writing all through school, winning the Creative Writing
Buck, our Honda Element, wouldn\’t start one day last week so I rolled up my sleeves, grabbed a few tools, and got my hands greasy. A few minutes later he was purring in the drive, so I came in, put things away, washed my hands, and touched up my eye liner. See what I did
No, not really, but it got your attention, didn’t it? So, a couple of my posts on the Facebook in which I criticize taking scriptural verses out of context prompted a friend to ask, “So what do you believe, Grey?” And the actor in me read this question multiple times, changing the emphasis and giving
