Reflecting on the people who shaped my life, I am always thankful.

The little lake we live on is a place of unique peace and quiet. We never hear the roar of engines nor do we see a broad wake rippling...

Mysterious life popped up on our yard last week. It made me ask some questions of myself.

It is hard for me to believe in God, when I consider all the dark, empty things of life, the big questions with no answers.

A stump in our yard, decaying for uncounted years, has a center totally gone, but all around, the stump’s blackened sides tell a story.

In springtime, we relish the revival of life, the buds, the leaves, the bird songs, the croak of frogs, the flying V’s of geese overhead.