We went to see The Big Bison’s cardiologist yesterday.  He told us that barring other symptoms that arise, he’ll see us in a year. And, that my dear husband was fixed.  Fixed, but not cured. The Big Bison’s body makes too much cholesterol. That was what gummed up the works. So, it’s my husband’s job …

Since my dear husband’s heart attack, we’ve been searching for desserts that are a little lower in the dreaded “b” word. That word that used to bring joy and meaning to my existence. Buttah. I have a long and sordid history with butter. If you can believe this, in my childhood, I used to eschew …

I sent my dear husband, the Big Bison, out this morning for a dozen eggs. Look what he came back with. In his defense, there are 12 in a box. A dozen, right? In case you don’t recognize what you’re looking at, that is a box of firecrackers. Does this make it any clearer? No? …

We’re smokin’ in the Boonies, again. Started smoking last night at midnight. Seriously. A mighty fine sign indeed. And, yes, we cleared this with the dietician. Our friends who typically hold their 4th of July bash on the 4th of July have thrown us and themselves a curve ball this year: they have a fabulous …

I just finished reading a novel entitled  Exposure, whose premise I found to be extremely thought provoking, as a parent of teenaged children. Without giving away any important plot elements that are not mentioned on the cover of the book, the story revolves around a young teenaged couple who have fallen in love, and who …

I want to be clear on the front end of this post that I do NOT subscribe to the “name it, claim it” school of theology. HOWEVER… Since my little post a couple of days ago, where I put it out there into the universe that I believe in Divine Appointments, I have had no …

I’ve been reading the gospel of Luke, lately, because I find that if I don’t put good stuff into my brain from time to time, the world can be an awfully dark place. I always pray before I start reading, asking the Holy Spirit to open my mind, and shine His light in there, and …

Happy Father’s Day to the father of my children, and the man of my dreams. Your heart has taken a licking but by God’s grace, has kept on ticking! Thank you for loving me.Thank you for being my best friend.Thank you for giving me two wonderful children.Thank you for sharing with me our Wild Life …

 And so, dear friends who have hung in there with me on my own little Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, The Cardiac Event Edition®, I thank you. Today, I will indeed attempt to wrap up my sordid little tale, with a description of what it was like as we turned our hearts toward home. Picture from …

I have a feeling I”m going to have to explain my title to some of you younger folk, but when I thought of it this morning, I laughed out loud. Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee is the title of a best-selling book about the plight of the Native American, that was written in 1970. To …

The Bison of My Heart. When Osama Bin Laden was finally taken out, they called it Operation Geronimo. So I wanted to come up with something catchy for today’s post, and “Operation Bison Heart” was the best I could do. When last I left you, I had posed the question, “How Can You Mend a …

This is a post I wrote on my experience homeschooling, as a guest post, on a website called Hip Homeschool Moms.  As I was deciding what I wanted to share with you today, I thought maybe “A Look at Homeschooling From the Rear View Mirror”  would be a great title for a post that would …

With apologies to the Bee Gees, of course! I’ve looked back over the posts recounting my dear husband, the Big Bison’s heart attack, and I don’t want to give away how fast I am approaching senility, by telling the same stories, over and over again, so I am going to try to be careful NOT …

So, when last I left you, I was flying down the interstate at upwards of 80 mph, praying out loud, while my dear husband, the Big Bison, was riding in the ambulance that was making a path for us. We were en route to the hospital, to get the BB’s ticker checked out. If you …

I guess I’m finally ready to tell this story. I wanted to wait to see how it was going to turn out before I told it, but really, do we ever REALLY know how “it” is going to “turn out”? When a story says, “and they lived happily ever after”,  c’mon. Did they, really? Well…maybe …