Life Passages

My son, John is visiting this week, and several times my heart has thrilled to hear him utter four little words, “I’ll make dinner...

It’s winter and the Snake River running behind my house is as grey as the clouds above it. With the passing of another year I’m thinking...

For the eighth day, I stared out the eighth floor window of the Hotel Elkhart. Below me spread the Midwestern town I grew up in. I’d...