It’s been a mild winter so far, but the first bitterness, with wind chills below zero, sapped my energy and patience. My feet burned. My hands burned. The wind was…
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It’s been a week since Booker’s been gone. The community a person gathers on social media is more meaningful than the experts give you all credit for. That simple “I’m sorry” brings…
“The best lack all conviction, while the worst/Are full of passionate intensity,” says William Butler Yeats in “The Second Coming.” Well, I’ve been one of the worst, caught up in…
Doors, gates, doors, been thinking about doors for a month or so. I see the gate our neighbor closed to his 300 acres so cattle could walk in there and…
Just as we were thinking about making supper, headlights slowed, then pulled in our driveway. We thought it was our neighbor to the east who sometimes stops to chat with Bruce,…
Orion is slinging his leg over the horizon about the time I step out to walk the dogs. He is huge, leaning next to the horizon. Last spring, he left…
I felt washed out this week, even though the air has been prancing and snorting and throwing down rain, full of joy. The storm started with dense fog that softened…
“He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more,” (Job 7:10 NIV) Bruce said when I remarked at how sad auctions are. “I remember…
Have you noticed how some people can’t even post an opinion on Facebook without calling names? How we’ve stopped listening to the other viewpoint, let alone the story behind it?…