Homesick

This isn’t the blog I planned for this day.  In fact, it’s just the opposite. Those of you who have followed my writings for some time are aware that this is normally an exciting month for me—the month when I return to my beloved Rocky Mountains in Estes...

Under His Wings

The mother phoebe guards her eggs. Every year around this time, my family and I welcome a special pair of visitors.   As winter slips into spring, I begin awaiting the arrival of these honored guests.  I peer out the windows, wondering when I’ll...

April Showers

A rainy day near my house. Dear God, just wanted to let You know that You had better check on your garden hose.  I think someone left it running, and we don’t need any more rain in Arkansas.  Okay?  Okay.  Oh, and we wouldn’t hate some sunshine...

The Daffodil Dare

Good news:  it’s finally spring!  Now, I have to admit that at this point, the signs of spring are still somewhat sparse.  The nights are still chilly; after all, in Arkansas, we’re told to expect nighttime temperatures well below freezing all the way...

Growing with Gailey

Gailey and I are always ready for the next adventure! It was December of 2018, in the burnt-out end of what had been one of the most agonizing and painful years of my life, that I was finishing a run one night on the road near my house.  In the dark of the...

The Pinecone Parable

These “sugar cones,” nearly eighteen inches long, are a reminder of our family’s trip to the redwood forests of California. Years ago, my mother, an accomplished artist, was enrolled in a litany of classes at a local college.  These art-focused...