Growing Mud in My Garden
By Brenda Black Mary, Mary, quite contrary – How does your garden grow? With mud to the knees and pools and ponds. And globs of goo all in a row. I missed the ONE sunny, planting day this “spring.” I … Read More
By Brenda Black Mary, Mary, quite contrary – How does your garden grow? With mud to the knees and pools and ponds. And globs of goo all in a row. I missed the ONE sunny, planting day this “spring.” I … Read More
By Brenda Black The cross – An instrument of torture used to execute a Savior. Foolishness to those who don’t believe and freedom to the faithful. A work of art down through history; a means of murder to ancient Romans. … Read More
By Brenda Black Eternity can never fathom the depth of love revealed in the cross of Calvary. It was there that the infinite love of Christ and the unbounded selfishness of Satan stood face to face. The entire system of … Read More
By Brenda Black American gossip rags are littered with royal wedding news, joining the British journalists who are following every minute leading up to William and Kate’s blissful day. As the fuss over young love rises, I guess it’s par … Read More
By Brenda Black A tingling, taught sensation pulsated through my knee. I knew it was swelling and I could detect instant puffiness since the problem has become all too familiar the past couple of weeks. I prop up my foot … Read More
By Brenda Black I was tempted to pull some clever prank in my column this week. To string you along and then drop a zinger at the end. I thought about presenting some falsified, zany news item or an outlandish … Read More
By Brenda Black Most of us will never aspire to be nuclear physicists. Only about 6,000 pursued the occupation in 2009 in the United States. Even fewer will paint their face and put on a polka-dot jumper and giant slippers … Read More
By Brenda Black It is mind-boggling to think how the true losses in Japan can ever be measured. As the scientist calculate the movement of the earth on its axis and search and rescue teams pile up bodies, how can … Read More
By Brenda Black For months we tossed sticks and leaves, dumped old straw and moldy hay into a pile at the end of the driveway. Neon orange baling twine lay balled up or bedraggled across the growing heap. We added … Read More