Wayne and I had been planning to be spontaneous for a long time. So we played hooky from church, packed a picnic lunch and headed for the mountains hoping to leave all our cares behind.

If any of you have seen me walking around dressed totally in black, I’m not the ghost of Johnny Cash. The truth is, I’m in mourning. Yes, this is my widow’s garb. I usually wear it about four months out of the year. From September to January. You see, I’m a “Deer Hunter’s Widow”. Now, [...]

On the first day of hunting season Hubby gave to me, one more rea-son for me to wor-ry. (sung to the tune of The 12 Days of Christmas). Yep. It’s hunting season and the men in my family have gone postal. This year they’ve  included Youngest Grandson. I didn’t realize how much our little boy [...]