It’s another beautiful morning in Prescott, Arizona, the mile-high town in the mountains that is my home. It’s a school day, so I’m up early. Who am I kidding, I would be up early, anyway, because the dogs have some kind of internal Greenwich Mountain Time atomic clock that causes them to wake me – […]
I look like I’ve been in a bar fight. My face is all swollen up: imagine a Cabbage Patch doll, but with bruising. I have no energy and I feel like crap. I joke, “You should see the other guy,” but really, he looks perfectly fine. He’s a dentist.
Why would anyone write a song that features these lyrics: “Crimson and clover, over and over.” And then say them… over and over. And then, why would someone feel the need to remake that song? Who knew that was an unmet need? Go ahead and click it. You know you want to hear it. When […]
There is a machine in the weight room at the YMCA in Prescott. I’m not sure of its proper name, but it’s something like the Dip Machine. You stand on this platform, and you can lower yourself down and then push yourself back up; you can also do pull-ups on it. One day, feeling ambitious […]
I want to say the Apostle’s Creed regularly in church. It starts like this: “I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth…” I know the whole thing, but it’s not that brief and I’m trying to make a point here. I want to sing the “Gloria Patri,” a little song that […]
I am not in compliance. Yes, I admit it freely, I am a scofflaw, a reckless disregarder of arbitrary, mandatory, policy. My crime? I have not completed mandatory training. For the PTA. And, because I’m an officer of the PTA, the secretary, I need to complete not only the “Basic” PTA course, but the Local […]
Topic of a recent sermon at our church: Who’s welcome here? Answer: Everyone. There should be no litmus test – skin color, sexual preference, etc. – because we all belong to God. I wish it were that easy out in the rest of the world. I used to be a news junkie: I read newspapers, […]
Bumble Creek Farm
A delightful true account, told with love and humor by award-winning writer Janet Farrar Worthington, of her young family's riotous adventures on their own "Green Acres," as two urban professionals "who had no idea whatsoever what we were doing" start a farm in beautiful Horse Oak, Virginia.
Janet has done it again in this charming book giving happy little snapshots of home and family, animals with attitude, life in a small town, and finding the funny when everything seems crazy.