Poetry:
Tiqvah, hope, God, nature.

Poetry:
Tiqvah, hope, God, nature.
I have never cared about holiness. When I read Scripture, sang songs, or heard conversations about God’s holiness, I felt… Read more But I . . .
What would it be like?– I wander, alone, in quiet woods one winter night staring into the best sky I’ve… Read more The American sky, 1874
Reflection on the year’s blessings and most important moments
The minute I start thinking about how much work I’m getting done, whether I’m accomplishing enough in my business, if… Read more Seeing love
In early December, it grew bitterly cold in Arkansas. I stoked the wood stove full day in and day out,… Read more Word of the year 2017
I entered The Pinto, a trendy vintage coffee shop/eatery in downtown Batesville, and ordered my favorite caffeinated beverage—café breve—while waiting to… Read more The question
Maggie will turn four in November. I watched her sleeping tonight (since I couldn’t seem to fall asleep myself). She… Read more Doing
The truth is I’ve never read The Tale of Two Cities. After spending 20 minutes scouring SparkNotes—yep, SparkNotes (the shame… Read more The best and worst of 2015
In memory of my friend Tara’s father, Jerry, who recently relocated to The High Resting Place, and in celebration of… Read more Platitudes