It slipped into the mailbox on a sunny summer’s day. I hadn’t pulled it out until last night. Mister and I, we’d just been out walking. I’d reached into the box,and there

These are the glorious, golden days of summer. The senior is off at camp again, this time as a counselor for littles. The sun breaks early just over the barn,

Today, my thoughts are traveling back in time to last summer. Our second son was in a flurry of preparation for his race of a lifetime, the World Race. With

It came in response to a quiet message that slipped into my inbox one day. “I’d be happy for any wisdom or tidbits you can give me,” she said, “on

As many of you know by now, our second-born son, Jamison, left in September 2015 for the adventure of a lifetime. He and 40-plus squad mates left Atlanta, Georgia, to

I’m flying along on my beloved bicycle, The Abbey. Wind’s in my face, hair’s streaming behind, and my legs are strong, and they’re pumping. Wheels, they turn as I’m sailin’

The sun has risen, new mercies dawning, and golden rays slant ‘cross The Three. The steam, it curls upward like heart’s murmur rising, and I’m savoring caramel-flavored caffeine. “Ask. Seek. Knock.”

I’m driving along today in morning’s sun. My heart is light, my spirit’s happy and the macchiato on my right is sweet and warm. And her name comes to my

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger Tide’s in. Tide’s out. The globe, it’s a-turning. One circle, then the next. Seasons come. Seasons go. Frost bites. Snow falls on fields that lie fallow. Then sun kisses soil,

It’s the next installment in the “Humans of Chiang Mai” series. Ah, that week in Thailand that clean rocked our foundations, turned worlds up-side down. In the blistering Chiang Mai