I have stolen today’s post title from a blogging friend of mine, Paul Maurice Martin, who has recently published a book.
Paul doesn’t talk much about the tremendous physical barriers he has overcome in pursuing his own vocation. I don’t mean to dishonor him, either, by bringing it up, but after losing three of my own family members to a rare progressive illness, I know a little about the psychological and spiritual havoc a degenerative disease can wreak upon even the strongest of young men.
While I’m not in the position to comment on the content of Paul’s book, nor even upon the private nature of Paul’s daily struggles, I can certainly comment on the content of his vocational character.
It is extraordinary, and I want what Paul has.
I spent a lot of this weekend admiring the work and courage of my online friends, actually.
Emily at The Rocky Road of Love and other Great Recipes is back after a long hiatus, with a mouth-watering recipe for Rosemary Pecans. I suspect some good holiday recipes are soon to follow, so recommend adding her to your feed reader!
The intrepid James Viscosi has published yet another of his rejection letters, which he always does with admirable good humor. Finally we learn of his one-time aspiration to write comic books. No wonder his whacky and wonderful dog blog, Dennis’ Diary of Destruction has become a breakaway success!
Korrektiv is about to celebrate its 5th year Blogaversary, which is like 105 in regular human years, especially when dealing with all the obnoxious comments Almostgotit tends to lob into the mix there. Congratulations to Quin and Rufus et al!
Reading Life on a Southern Farm always makes me sigh happily and start sucking my thumb. The farm’s amazing chicken house is almost done, and we celebrated the unexpected arrival of a calf last Sunday. His father is Jack the donkey, we’re pretty sure…
I’d never heard of Andrew Baisley before last week. But last week he sent a message to our entire neighborhood mailing list that read:
Please remove me from your list. I have no idea who any of you people are, what neighborhood you are from or why you keep emailing me.
Poor Andrew. Turns out he is Andrew from BROOKLYN, and while he really does hope our neighbor finds her missing dog, he has better things to do than read about it. Andrew turns out to be a pretty nice guy. In fact, he’ll be coming to Nashville for business this week, so all of us are giving him a big SHOUT OUT from over here in Knoxville!
Plus Also? We’ve found Ranger, too!