So a trip report. Haven't written in awhile. Sometimes writing and I have a weird relationship. At times we struggle getting along. Other...

*this is truly such a mega long epistle. may need a nap half way through. An Oliver Tribute. Perhaps it was the rugged mountains hugging...

A six year old’s espresso brown eyes pear into mine as she asks me this question, ‘’What’s the world called that you’re going to?’’ A...

Early one morning this past week, I curled up in my squeaking, wooden chair at my writing desk. I read in 1 Corthinians. Knowing it was...

One day he was around. The next day he was gone. My precious, cuddly, lovable bundle of grey fur. My kitty. Named Suzie. He was a boy but...

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. All day I have been scheming up lunch for tomorrow. It's white chili with cheese and lacosino chips, veggie...