It’s late at night and my husband calls to me from the front door. They’re here. Whose here? The coyotes. Just on the other side of the garage. I’m busy with the children and not that interested in hearing the … Continue reading
One of the most thought-provoking things I have read in a long time comes from young Sam Gribley of My Side of the Mountain. Surviving in the Catskill Mountains by hunting and gathering, he muses about how you don’t really … Continue reading
A little after midnight, both dogs leap at the window, growling furiously. For a moment, I think Hunter (the lab mix) is going to go right through the glass. I run to the kitchen to open the door and let … Continue reading
I homeschool my children on a small hobby farm in rural Nebraska and write about life more abundantly, from the joy of a baby's smile to the almost unbearable grief of losing a son while seeking beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, a garment of praise instead of the spirit of despair (Isaiah 61:3)
