Blue Hour
It was June, but I slid my feet silently into wool socks. I threw on a sweatshirt and a light jacket, even a…
Continue ReadingIt was June, but I slid my feet silently into wool socks. I threw on a sweatshirt and a light jacket, even a…
Continue ReadingIn a surprising about-face, just prior to the pandemic, I looked at Ryan while we sat on our not-yet dog-demolished couch, and I…
Continue ReadingThis year, I had hoped to up my reading to 36 books, but I didn’t quite make it. Still, I read many worthwhile…
Continue ReadingI sat in the passenger seat as my husband drove the incline of the Cascade mountains. We were driving to Eastern Washington for…
Continue ReadingIt’s an ordinary mid-morning on a Thursday, except the weather is pristine, near perfect. The sun is shining bright and the air is…
Continue ReadingThe trail was warm, dry and shaded. I noted the flora and fauna with my 35mm Pentax camera in hand. I was eleven,…
Continue ReadingSometimes suffering feels unbearable and lonely, and while the Bible offers plenty of reading on the subject of suffering for a Christian, it…
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