Dear Wanderer, I’m sitting here in a quiet house today. The Christmas lights are shining on the tree, all of my men are at work or at school, and the

It’s my son across the sea. My adventuring, off-again, far-away son, he with the Jesus hair. “Kelly Anne died.” Oh, God. My heart skips a beat. And like that, I’m

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger I’m fixin’ to be Hosting Girl. Tomorrow, an influx of relatives is happening here on The Three. When I was thinking about it the other day, I felt that

I voted for Donald Trump. There. I said it. I could list the reasons. Things like national security and protecting our borders. Lowering taxes and boosting business. Respect for our

“He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust.” In autumn’s chill light, the ancient words fall like quiet rain upon my listening ear. In

I am a survivor of sexual abuse. (I first wrote about it here. ) I can remember the day it finally came out of my mouth. In utter desperation, I

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger “Day is dying in the west.” By a quiet country road, we’re walking in evening’s light. Dust of very earth, it billows, clouds rolling, as a great, red combine

“Your body is not an ornament, it is a vehicle to your dreams.” – Taryn Brumfitt I’ve been thinking on these powerful words again lately. “My body is not an

In the place where folks meet and greet; where conversations ebb and flow. Where machines whir and my favorite scent ribbons through the air, I see them. From my spot

Seventeen years ago today, evil came calling. On a bright September day, our sense of safety and security right here in our own homeland was obliterated. Blown up at the