Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live? A reflection on the year I would not re-live, but still return to. I would not step back into any year.Not one. But sometimes a year steps back into you. 1981 did that to me—by sliding quietly out of a manila folder in... Continue Reading →
Burn What You’re Given.
Daily writing promptDo you need time?View all responses Do I Need Time? Only long enough to love what’s before me. I. The Stone That Laughs A century-old wink for the living. There’s a cemetery near our house where the stones tilt as if listening.Most are polished rectangles that do their quiet work—names, dates, a verse... Continue Reading →
The Hinges We Almost Miss
What details of your life could you pay more attention to? Three moments, caught before they slipped away — reminders that love and wonder often whisper, not shout.Life moves like weather — quick, familiar, and somehow always surprising.Most days we stand in its wind, meaning to notice, but not quite seeing.Then a photograph, a sound,... Continue Reading →
The Day the Mud Swallowed My Sisters (And I Learned to See)
Feel the thaw. Sense the trap. It starts with a thaw—a late-winter lie that crusts the snow and turns the ground to soup. Have you ever watched someone you love step into a moment that looked safe—only to sink? In our country home, a comma between cornfield and farm, the sledding hill called. Long. Steep.... Continue Reading →
What Most People Don’t Understand About Rest (A Lesson from a Red Chair)
Daily writing promptWhat’s something most people don’t understand?View all responses The Throne of Truth (or How a Red Chair Schooled Me at the Botanic Garden) Most people assume rest is about comfort—about soft seats, fewer demands, a little more ease. But I’m learning it’s not. Real rest—the kind that restores you—isn’t found in luxury or... Continue Reading →