My husband and I were called to the mountains, so here we are. I’ve had many lessons on compassion, honesty, and respect during my...

Every moment has a melody. Not sure why I do not grab every moment, but I don’t. However, on two trips to Mountain Home, Arkansas, this...

First of all, I realize we live in the mountains with God’s critters. Love catching sights of the deer, turkey, bear, coyotes, turtles....

Just turned 75. All is not perfect, but near enough. Doors close as you get older. With each new season, another door closes. I have no...

I’d tried other options. Then a nurse from my doctor’s office sent me for X-rays. We were guessing until then. Sciatic nerve....

My eyes shift from the thunderclouds and lightning to the ground where we have outlined flowerbeds with rocks. Rocks. I just need to be a...

The last of April, the last of my concentration on poems in my blog posts for the year. I admit I’ve pushed myself to put focus on poems...

It was the day of suffering—the day of mocking, flogging, betrayal. Day became night. Jesus. It’s the day He was crucified, the day He...

My Saturday involved leaving Conway, Arkansas, and driving I-40 to Little Rock. It was raining. And there was talk on the radio of...

Let the fun begin! Poetry, poetry, poetry and interacting with others who love words. Always, I tear up when I hear a poem that touches...