Peanut Butter, Hot Lunch and Dreams

Warning: Rambling post, very tedious. Don’t operate heavy equipment for two hours after reading this post. I grew up in a big, brick house in Northern Wisconsin. Our beautiful home hid our desperate poverty, and it was quite difficult. My father and mother scraped by enough each week to feed and clothe us. But just barely.  Mom wouldContinue reading “Peanut Butter, Hot Lunch and Dreams”

Gifts are Nice, But There is Something Better

This is my first attempt at writing a story. I’m not sure it belongs here, and I apologize for any deficiencies. Please be merciful. A father stood by his young daughter’s bed. She was clearly tired from a busy day, but because her Dad was with her– that at the moment mattered most. “Dad, tellContinue reading “Gifts are Nice, But There is Something Better”