The tiny sparrow hopped ahead of me. (Before, it was a junco by the house.) She’d lift a bit and then trot along. This time while I was walking on…
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I’m reposting these two WNIJ posts as tributes to our feral cat, Gray. We said goodbye to him today. When Feral Cats Show Up It’s magical when feral cats show…
Every morning the last few mornings I’ve seen a little bird that can’t lift off the ground. Bruce thinks she’s a junco, but maybe she’s the firebird grounded, telling us…
Scrolling Past Medusa The Medusa’s hair writhes with snakes so ugly; one look and you turn to stone. The only way the hero can destroy her is not to look….
Last week’s joy came through an abscess cut open and cleared. A relative posted a picture of my mother sitting on the couch the last Christmas she was alive. When…
Way off in the distance, over the farm on the corner, where the road turns toward the tracks, I saw a murmuration, birds rising and falling, swelling and drawing in…
What if God means it when he says, “there is therefore no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus” (Rom.8: 1)? What if he means it when he says,…
Something up in the tree, dripped, drip, drip drip, like after a rain stops but the trees are still raining. I stood in the gate looking for the northern lights…
Since we are well into election season, the following are some perspectives I wrote for our local NPR station, WNIJ, with regards to our political environment. I am reading them…
I first saw the barn swallows peeking out of a nest in the barn. Then they’d moved to a second nest when they were about to fly. A small flock…