Sundays at the Ranch are generally quiet. Everyone goes to church, comes home, has lunch. Sometimes in the afternoon we take a swim, or work out a little bit, or just hang around the house doing whatever. As for me—I’m supposed to be writing a book about how Down Home Ranch got started. Somehow that’s not…
Aldersgate
Jerry and I drove up to Brownwood last week to visit Aldersgate Enrichment Center. I’d been there many years ago, having discovered it driving back and forth to Abilene, where I grew up. The Methodist Men of Central Texas, inspired by a visit to the Baddour Center in Senatobia, MS, originally began Aldersgate as a…
Wild Times at the Ranch
I went over to Teresa House the other day to fetch Abi home. Abi the maltipoo (named after Austin Bergstrom International, where Denise found her shivering in the rain two years ago) stays there most days with Miss Sandy for “doggy day-care.” (Sandy adores Abi and takes her to town at least once a day…
Thoughts on a Dark and Stormy Night
It’s come to this…sitting in an office littered and cluttered so beyond belief that I’d burn it if I didn’t share the building with two other humans and six equines. And if I didn’t love it so much. The Gala is coming, and this is the week before the Gala, and it is a dark…