
If you have a moment between campaign stops, there’s something I need to say.
Forgive my bluntness, but…well, you’re wrong. Both of you.
We are not nasty.
Nor are we sex objects, pigs, “witches,” bimbos, or deplorables.
We are created in the image of the Most High God and we have a purpose. Continue reading
Distant thunder rolled and rumbled as a rainstorm moved through the area. My middle grandson watched mesmerized as water pelted the windows and puddles formed outside his house where we were spending the morning together.


Have you caught it? You know, Olympic fever.
Do we feel a tad squeamish when turning to the evening news? Do thoughts of what we’ll hear this time make our hearts tighten?
My Dear Country,