I am avoiding the news. I always want to know everything. By fasting for the season of Lent, to allow myself to focus on other things.

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...

We have been giving away some of the older things in our possession. It's a real pleasure.

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

We needed help and we were far from home. The kindness of strangers made it a memorable experience.

I love the sweet smells of Christmas, the glow of candles, but Christmas is a gritty story about real people in a tough, miserable spot.

When I am tempted to feel sorry for myself, it can dominate my mind. But when I consider the people who have blessed me I am so grateful!

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.

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.