Monthly Archives: April 2018

“There’s a fire softly burning, suppers on the stove…” John Denver’s words in “Back Home Again” are a comfort. The images in the lyrics are all things that represent home. I’ve always known that home is more than a structure … Continue reading →

They say that wind can make people crazy. I don’t know about that, but I do know that it makes people cranky, especially when it blows hard day-after-day. It makes animals spooky so that horses who have grazed around the … Continue reading →

Stretching, she stood and walked over to the guitar stand where it stood by the antlers hanging on the living room wall, echoes of old elk hunts. In Christ alone, my hope is found. The notes floated through her mind … Continue reading →

She sat at her desk and graded. But she brooded over that conversation with her dad. Prayers were said before bed every night and songs of faith sung as they fed cattle or horses or she road along with him … Continue reading →

“Marlee, where are you girl?” “Sorry dad. I was just thinking.” Setting her bowl on the bedside table, Marlee smiled into her father’s brown eyes. Eli Riverstone had been a handsome man. She could still see that in the strong … Continue reading →

Easing her dad’s bedroom door open, she set the tray on the bedside table, opened the blinds for him and helped him to ease himself up as she placed the pillows behind him for support. She leaned in to kiss … Continue reading →

So this is still the same story and you can read it all so far by going back to Beginnings, but what do you think of this title: Because, Love… She finally moved to plug in the phone and head into … Continue reading →

I’m searching for a title…ideas? Today, of all days, she wanted to believe in something. This day marked her at a quarter of a century old; she felt older. Marlee didn’t regret coming back home after college. She loved the … Continue reading →