Grace is a hard notion. It is something that winds through life—simultaneously completely obvious and utterly mysterious.
Read MoreWind through leaves. Walking along a known wild way. Crisp grapes.
Read MoreThere is a story in the gospels about a man who has been robbed, beaten, and left in a ditch and the “Good” other who stopped to help.
Read MoreDo you know what counts? All of it. All the little tiny things you don’t think matter do.
Read MoreWhat is honor? It certainly isn’t a word you scroll past very often.
Read MoreDo you ever feel that there is a whole world of knowledge just beyond your grasp?
Read MoreI have saved Nikki’s story for last. In a way, it is the hardest for me to capture because Nikki is my dog.
Read MoreMy daughter and her husband adopted Nugget when he was two. Nugget is not the brightest bulb in our pack. In fact, I call him the “50 First Dates” dog.
Read MoreTank is one of the senior members of our pack. He is also the smartest dog we have ever had in any version of our pack.
Read MoreDuke is the largest member of our pack. He’s a black Lab mix weighing in at around ninety-five pounds (currently under orders to trim down some).
Read MoreBasher is one of the rescues in our pack that we got to name. He is also the only dog that didn’t come from some sort of rescue/shelter agency.
Read MoreI have the great privilege to live near both of my adult children. Each of the three households contains dogs as part of the family.
Read MoreSmall silver fingers of morning light creep over the ridge across from my front porch. Morning comes on slowly in our little valley.
Read MoreI am an English teacher. And, like most English teachers, I love to read. Poetry. Prose. Comics.
Read MoreMy wife and I are in the midst of one of life’s transitions, downsizing from the big house the kids grew up in to a smaller house that better suits our needs.
Read MoreThis morning I woke up, got out of bed, skipped dragging a comb across my head (sorry John Lennon), and started my morning chores, my daily routine. My every day routine.
Read MoreEach Saturday, I sit down with my sister-in-law and plan our household’s meals for the upcoming week.
Read MoreDo you believe in Moments? Times when all the tumblers of life line up, and you feel the snick of the Divine pouring through the fabric of what was a normal day.
Read MoreHonestly, if you look at the bones of pilgrimage, it is not terribly complicated. Prepare, journey, arrival, return, re-enter. This can’t possibly be all there is to it. That could describe any trip.
Read MoreWhere would you be willing to go if you weren’t sure of what would meet you there?
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