I stared at a man in the booth across Arby’s, he was dressed in a leather coat with fringe, his sleeve had a stylized cross and he wore pointy toed…
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Even though the days are lengthening and my horses will begin shedding by the end of January, we are at the beginning of the bleak time. The ratchet up…
Christmas runs a finger along the cracks in my soul, so they splinter and spread like windshield glass that a pebble has struck. It lays a hand on my love…
While I am sitting inside, watching Lake Michigan curl round over and over as the water dances with the shore, Bruce is doing his best to take care of my…
Ever since we moved to the farm, I’ve wanted to set out our housewarming gift, a cedar bird feeder. I wanted to see blue jays, gold finches, rose-colored grosbeaks, and…
When I was thinking about my retirement, Laura told me to get out while I was strong and healthy, so I could enjoy my free time. Even though I feel…
“Cat sighting!” I called out to Bruce when I saw the black cat stalking through our field. As the weather cooled he worked his way up to our barn….
When I met Bitsy, she sniffed my shoes. Maybe that’s a good sign from a cat that G said used to attack her when she visited her mom. She’s a handsome…
Last fall, Bruce and I drove down North Avenue, past Maywood Park to a church where Kenneth Woodward, former religion editor at Newsweek and Martin Marty, Lutheran scholar, were talking about…
Many people see the year turning, sigh, and say they truly hope the next year goes easier on them. There have been many years where I longed for a better year….