Pretty much everything about the Kansas City landscape feels different than Virginia. I’d be lying to say I’m not homesick for the Blue Ridge beauty. Highways have replaced what used to be my tree-lined drive home. I’ve turned in my trail-running...
Marriage is one of those topics that is taboo in most intimate circles, so posting about it on a blog has a level of danger. As open as I might seem on this blog, I don’t think all things taboo are wrongly placed in that category. Marriage is intensely personal....
The first prayer I prayed like this, I’m not sure I would have even called a prayer. We had a salary that was paying our very modest bills and a quarter found on the street went towards our measly monthly entertainment budget. Both the cars we were driving were...
I hadn’t planned it would be, but this time at Camp Nana has become sort of a reflecting post. In between visits from neighbors and family who are quite comfortable using Nana’s revolving door, I’ve had a few unplanned minutes here and there to...
Moving has kicked my tail. The last time I remember exerting this much physical energy, consistently, over more than a week, was when I spent a month working in the dining hall of a Young Life summer camp. I went to bed each night feeling like my body couldn’t...
I’ve settled in to my last afternoon stint at our local coffee shop that sits at the base of the Blue Ridge. This is my version of Cheers. The days I come when Marsha’s working, she’s started my chai tea latte before I’ve pulled my laptop out...
