As I sit down to write, I don’t have much to say. I’ve retired from teaching college students because I didn’t have much to say to them either. It’s not…
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May 7 or 8, 2015. Morgen itches–her neck, her rump, her spine, her udder. I’ve seen her poke her head through a fence in the middle of the paddock, when…
Sometimes I wish times were simpler, where we could leave our doors unlocked, unafraid someone would break in and rob us. But times are not that simple, and maybe never…
The End of July We were watching junk TV, a guilty pleasure I look forward to every Monday night. During a commercial break I walked out to check on the horses…
My perceptions are tinctured with fear, so let me tell you a story about a horse that scared me. Morgen arrived between snowstorms that were so bad I didn’t…
Jesus said that if God’s eye is on the sparrow, won’t He care even more about each and every one of us? He says we shouldn’t have to worry when…
“I was carrying Number Seven to the chicken shed when Bruce said, ‘You might want to let her stay in the barn. They’ll kill her if you put her with…
“It’s raining to the east. You might see a rainbow,” said Candace King our local weather forecaster. I picked myself up and went outside to do chores. The day was…
Sometimes the complaint is the answer, but it can devolve into an emotional stink that drives people off. I know, because I’ve been so wounded from losing my family…
Watched the moon rise behind a tree big enough to send cracks through the fire that grew slowly as the earth shifted out of her way. When she pulled away…