Always Be Ready To Meet the Maker She’d prayed relentlessly for rain. Every day. “Please God, please,” she’d beg. The extreme drought was getting tough. Dottie the Dalmation woke her up around 12:15 a.m. from a deep dream, as the dog often did. But this time, the dog rang the bells hanging on the frontContinue reading “Dead Woman On The Lawn”
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Letters To A Puzzled World 