I first saw the barn swallows peeking out of a nest in the barn. Then they’d moved to a second nest when they were about to fly. A small flock…
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My horse died. One by one my horse friends decided I didn’t make the cut in their busy lives. “I don’t want to have lunch with you,” said one friend….
When we fixed our barn cats, Kevin, my horse vet said that you spend money on those barn cats and they’ll be gone before you know it, but we could…
I don’t think I was honest with you in the last piece about Nebuchadnezzar’s monument that dominated the skyline. I wanted Hannah to refuse to bow to the king’s image…
As I promised in the last post here is the following excerpt from my novel The River Caught Sunlight, a passage that came to me like a vision where I…
John Muir says, “I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God than in church thinking about the mountains.” Sure, the earth is full of the glory of God. The…
These days it feels like our society’s fabric is tearing so badly I can no longer read a book like I Cheerfully Refuse. Leif Enger’s dystopian novel, gives me nightmares…
A box bounced tumbled down the field in front of our neighbor’s home. Even far away I could see it was an empty Amazon Prime box, the wind kicked away…
2010 The fat belly moon rises between the Petersons’ barn and our woodpile. It is as wide and large as you see in doctored photos, a pale orange. Fat belly…
When I pulled John Ciardi’s translation of Dante’s The Divine Comedy off the shelf, all kinds of memories rose because the book marked the beginning of my own descent into…