Free Spirit

Much of my life was spent trying to conform…to not be too loud, too big, too much. To fit into… Read More

Past the Breaking Point

Filicide. It’s something we don’t want to talk about…something we don’t understand. How could a mother kill her own children?… Read More

We awoke to the sound of rain gently falling on the tin roof yesterday. What a welcome sound. Something… Read More

It’s going to rain today…thank God. We haven’t had measurable precipitation in a month and its dreadfully dry. Since yesterday… Read More

It took two days to empty TOW-Wanda, clean her up, and winterize. It took an hour to empty both pickups,… Read More

There’s no quicker way to lose your inner compass than through the experience of grief. God built us to numb… Read More

“It’s part of the camping experience!” This is the justifying battle cry of the die hard camper when it comes… Read More

When my youngest was little, there were certain words she had trouble pronouncing. Me being a wordy, I had to… Read More

Hanging up the camper for the season is always so sad but TOW-Wanda will stay at the farm with me… Read More

I went to church camp when I was thirteen. I remember having a wonderful time but I don’t quite remember… Read More