A Card-Carrying Bag Lady

I’m not a bag lady. I’m not. But I could be mistaken for one. Especially since I’m sixty years old, … More

High Flight

Our seven-year-old Annie Rose was learning to ride a bike. Struggling to stay sunny-side up, she’d weave between trees and … More

I call it my $400 glass of water. When I first moved to this high desert, I didn’t know anything … More

I clean out my car on Sunday mornings before church, gathering up the stuff that accumulates throughout the week: gum … More