It’s magical when feral cats show up at the farm. We bless them because we’ve had rats so fat and tame I could grab one as she ran up the…
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The other day, Bruce and I drove to the next county west of us, to pick up our quarter beef. I like to think that animal ate some of the…
In the last few weeks, we’ve been to several funerals. Bruce’s two aunts on his father’s side died within a week of each other, so we made the trek to…
She’s in Iceland, author Pam Houston, sharing pictures of Icelandic horses she’s ridden at high speeds through weather, including pelting ice. I am awed by her bravery because horses can…
Today I’m writing about some things around the farm. I may post a few more of these as I’ve got some fun pictures stacked up. I may post a little…
Here’s another lectio divinia from one of the Jesus stories that I have loved since I was a girl. All these people crowded in my house because I am…
As a young teacher I was so committed to changing the world, I assigned, Writing to Change the World by Mary Pipher as my students’ reading. I had bought into…
The following is where I imagine what it was like to be Photini, the woman at the well (John 4). See what you think. Jacob’s Well I tell you he…
There’s a whisper off to the east, of storm clouds I can barely see behind the clouds. I miss the thunder heads that roared up from the south and the…
Once, when I was walking in the Belvidere Park, I stopped to chat with a woman. She suggested instead of writing down the hard things, why don’t I write down…