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…
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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…
I don’t know what the heck my boss was thinking. He’d do this little nod thing and his eyes would brighten and he’d tell the king where the Syrians would…
My horse died. One by one my horse friends decided I didn’t make the cut in their busy lives. “I don’t want to have lunch with you,” said one friend….