Uncle Phil the Gentle Texan “Howdy ma’am, pleased to meet you.” I looked straight into his eyes as warm brown as the pecans from his family orchard, above a row of perfect teeth. I could have balanced a yardstick on top of both of our heads Shaved close with a hint of permanent stubble. The … Continue reading Uncle Phil the Gentle Texan
Unforced rythms of grace ~ by Annie Pauli 