Every one of us walk paths that we never imagined we were intended to walk. Paths that are more like unlit alleys cluttered with . . .
Life thumps never seem far off and these thumps have a strange way of accumulating into a staggering burden . . .
There is up here in the mountains of Colorado a little critter that is called a bud worm. It measures out at a . . .
On April 19 the amateur historians among us will be remembering the first day of the Revolutionary War. It’s hard to believe . . .
I am on a search for some good hope. To be clear, I am not talking about a Polly Anna hope in a sudden change in human nature. I am talking about a living hope…