I suppose it was too much to ask for. I have hit the dreaded "Writers Block" It has taken 15 minuets to get this much out and I have NO fingernails left. Normally writing comes just as naturally as breathing, but sometimes you just have to "Prime the pump" before things free up and flow. My idea for today's blog was flow. Flow, is the natural rhythm by which all things move. In human form it is grace, and in prose, it is the meter of the piece. All things alive have flow, and I think that

Another Day, another dollar. That was what my daddy would say when he was tired of working for someone else. Around our home, it got to the point that when he would talk like that is when we would tighten our wallets, because for a while, the money for the house would be tight as he searched for another venture (JOB). Dont get me wrong, Dad always provided, even when things were tight, and he did it without having to PAWN any of his tools or household items.. Now with the stte of the nation in

Yesterday put me in mind of the summer picnics at the church.. I remember those days when church would let out and a 4 table spread had been laid out. The days of True Southern Fried Chicken (not Sanders), Cole slaw made with Mayo and just a bit of lemon, Potato Salad made with Mayo instead of Miracle Whip, fresh and still warm Banana pudding with a toasted top, to go along with the (at the time) seemingly endless lines of cakes, pies and other delightful goodies. I was attending a Summ