By Brenda Black My heart skipped a beat when first my toes touched the powdery soft sand that gradually sloped toward the Pacific. A ferry ride and a two-mile hike in cowboy boots landed me the closest I’ve ever been … Read More
©2010 Brenda BlackI never saw them until they bolted from behind a hedge row. Some of the wild turkeys escaped on speeding and spindly legs while others took to flight. Where seconds earlier there was silence along my gravel road, … Read More
©2010 Brenda Black Turkey talk. The term was first recorded in U. S. history in 1824, but may have initially been spoken during colonial shindigs with the original Americans. It’s meaning shifted slightly down through time, first meaning to speak … Read More
©2009 Brenda Black I wonder – Does the Lord who never sleeps wait each morning to dip His finger into the sea. With the color from the coral reef, does He swirl them across dawning horizon with grandiose brush-like sweeps. … Read More