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A Dog Named Saturday

Coffee Clutch got its name from the blog posts I wrote for years from the barn sitting enjoying my morning coffee with my mare, dogs, kitties and chickens. Folks really enjoyed them. Coffee Clutch is more than a newsletter. It’s a visit, it’s information, it’s fun, it’s musings, barn talk, writing talk, bird talk, horse talk and faith thoughts. And of course, it’s all the news about A DOG NAMED SATURDAY, old new and coming soon.

 I’ll share some of my works in progress, upcoming publications, and more. Folks enjoy “The Old Man on the Porch, and Grandpop too, so they’ll be dropping in.

Sign up to join the ride! ~ Gitty up, Dutch.

PRECIOUS THINGS

PRECIOUS THINGS

PRECIOUS THINGS Howdy Friends! The air cloaked us in its quiet, this second day of the new year. Even the roosters seemed reluctant to lift their voices. . No train in the distance, no bird song from high tree branches. In the stillness Lizzy's munching seemed as a...

GIFTS AND FRUITS – DEVOTIONAL

GIFTS AND FRUITS – DEVOTIONAL

GIFTS AND FRUITS - DEVOTIONAL Howdy Friends! “We all have talents and skills,” Grandpop said. “And those talents and skills help us get things done. If we use them.” . “What’s that mean?” The lad asked as he struggled to get the knot tied in the frayed rope. “I guess...

DEVOTIONAL – “ANXIETY”

DEVOTIONAL – “ANXIETY”

DEVOTIONAL ANXIETY Howdy Friends! Wind blew hard most of the day. Dust and debris flew as if propelled by jet engines. The barn door banged like a marching band’s drummers. Inside the barn, fingers of rage could not reach. Grandpop loved the barn most on days such as...

TRADING EMPATHY FOR TRUTH

TRADING EMPATHY FOR TRUTH

TRADING EMPATHY FOR TRUTH Howdy Friends! Something dangerous is happening in the church today. It doesn’t come wearing horns or hatred. It comes wearing a smile, it sounds soft. It feels warm – but it’s deadly. . It’s called Empathy without Truth. Once upon a time,...

LIZZY’S BIRTHDAY TODAY!

LIZZY’S BIRTHDAY TODAY!

Howdy Friends! Today, one year ago, I received a phone call from my veterinarian. She said, “I know a horse who needs to come to you, today.” It was only 5 days after Miss Rosie had died, and she’d been here for us that horribly sad day. At that moment I had no idea...

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