March 10th, 2024 by Carl Buffington
My wife Barb is an avid sheller and gifted shell finder. I'm her assistant. Of course, Sanibel is notorious for its shells, but then, we are not in the shell hot zone of Sanibel.
We stay at a place called ''Tween Waters. It's between Sanibel and Captiva Islands.
That's' not to say the shelling there isn't good. It is...just not as good.
Not to grumble, but we have oodles of glass containers, even a rather large one shaped like a fish, all around our home filled with seashells. We even have framed shells on our walls, along with prints of shells framed on the walls.
We are beach people.
Today, the last day of our five-day vacation together, we walked and talked about how shells remind us of just how great our Creator is.
September 27th, 2013 by Christopher Caudle
Last week, standing in the rain, I watched a young man work mightily to instill the basic skills and commitments of world-class soccer players into the rain-soaked heads of eight small children. They were all much more excited about playing in the rain. Much more excited than the line of parents waiting for practice to come to its soggy end. Soccer practice is new to me. Watching practice is new to me. There is much to learn.