Raising the Brave
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
We were all able to take a deep exhale yesterday. Everybody seems to alway be running around sucking in all kinds of heavy air these days, with no time to…
When I attempt to light the fire of learning in my kids, I light a wick as well. Before math or science ever open up before us, I start melting…