not on our own

I grew up near a community of folks who were known for what they didn’t do. They didn’t have cars, electricity, machines, or pretty clothes. They didn’t drink or smoke. They didn’t mingle with outsiders. Every aspect of their lives had to conform to strict rules. The up side was that they were a close-knit…

Finishing

Many of my readers have slogged through a lot of posts about us living in an RV while we, actually Husband, built our little retirement house. You may recall the God story when an excavator volunteered his time and machines to get rid of the piles of dirt around our house. Read here. He had told…