Beautiful rubbish:

photo credit While the wind and rains kicked up a blustery November gale outside, a large group of us packed in the Town Hall auditor...

Back in September, I was asked by a friend and fellow writer, Liz von Ehrenkrook , to participate in a 31 day series of confessions she woul...

The light at dusk spills through our bedroom blinds, yellowed as the faded cotton of a vintage quilt. And there is dust. Copious ...

Growing up Christian in America, I was thrown into overlapping cultures of a yes mentality.  In American culture, yes is often asso...

I grew up with an intermittent longing to play piano. Not until I got older, however, did I hear songs - or snatches of them - in my head, ...

In April, my family spent two nights at a beach house, in a quaint little town on the Oregon Coast we re...

I'm running through wooded trails on creaky knees. Cocooned in quiet, under umbrella of shade, in that middle space between light an...