When I was a young girl preachers terrified me when they shouted about damnation and hellfire. Even Jesus’ words aren’t so gentle when He talks about outer darkness and…
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If everyday is Saturday for a retired person, how do you catch a break? How do you get a day off from the day off? Lately I’ve found myself bone…
Bruce and I joke about how you can tell we’re country people because, when we hear the coyotes sing, we stop and watch the train. We look down the belly…
Ever since I moved to our farm, I have felt overwhelmed, so much so I feel I’ve clunked my head and there is a big blank spot where my focus…
In Healing the Heart of Democracy Parker Palmer says the church potluck binds us together. He talks about how one church used potlucks to help people fix their troubled neighborhood….
“The cat came back, the very next day, I thought he was a goner but the cat came back. He couldn’t stay away!” I first heard this folk song at…
“But the truth is, my worst nightmares are someone’s present reality. What right do I have to be happy in a busted-up world where people are weeping over graves right…
It’s been sad month, so I thought I’d share a few poems from my unpublished collection: The Grieving Dreams. I made these poems after my brother died nearly 28 years…
The shed door wouldn’t budge. Bruce pushed against it. I pushed against it with him. It stayed stuck. He’d gotten it open but we were expecting severe weather, the weather…
What do you do if you hurt someone and you’re pressed nose to glass by your own pettiness, meanness, hypocrisy? Shame wells up like a bad smell. What if the…