Be careful little eyes what you see,Oh be careful little eyes what you see,For the Father up aboveIs looking down in love,So be careful little eyes what you see. There I was, driving along, singing at the top of my lungs to my wee grandson’s kiddie CD when I suddenly smacked into the brick wall. ...
The Real Test
The call from the Women’s Center was surprising: “We’ve got a homeless woman here who lives in her car. She’s written a book and would like to see about getting it published. Since you’re an author, we wondered if you’d mind speaking with her.” I cringed quietly (didn’t want the counselor to know how annoyed ...
