…So you don’t worry and so you know we care about our readers…

Our weather here in Coastal Virginia has been bouncing between extremes. Due to his past weekend’s cold blast, I brought Pearl inside my house where she would have comfortable warmth without worrying about her feet getting cold and wet and frostbitten.

Now you would think that with Pearl inside, we would have more time to sit together and talk through all sorts of things, including our writing projects, BUT that didn’t happen. Well, it did, but not in a way that was continuing forward. Instead, I’ve had to make some changes with “Prodigal Parable Tales.”

So, please hold on with us as we work through this. It is much more involved than you might imagine! I’m just trying my best to do what Pearl wants since she is my last remaining chicken and the Editor-in-Chief of GraciePress.

Don’t even get me started on how she wants to paint the front bedroom of my house— “the Girls’ bedroom”—what she calls “a beautiful shade of Barbie Pink.” She doesn’t mind if I paint the back bedroom “the Big Boys’ bedroom” what she calls ”a handsome shade of Big Boy Blue” since Ernest has been sharing it with me when he wants to come in from the cold.

That’s a lot of explaining before making a very simple request: Please understand that we will be posting again from the beginning our posts about “The Parabolic Chickens” according to Pearl’s editorial discretion.

Additional Note: The illustration shows small houses like my own although our neighborhood is a mixture of small houses, some old and some new, some brick and some wood. Although Pearl might think ours is a “mansion,” like you’d see further out in the suburbs, that’s just not our neighborhood.