More than Meets the Eye

There is so much more than meets the eye. Five children stood holding hands, illuminated by the morning light filtering through the redwood forest. The green canopy stretched high overhead, heavy and hushed, as if the tall trees were waiting to whisper something to us… But the real story behind this moment was we couldn’t…

These Beautiful Scars

The morning haze lay thick, shrouding the world in a sleepy mantle. I pulled the thick blanket tighter over my shoulders and around the baby in my lap. Wind whipped up over the rocks and snuck its way under the fleece around me. Slowly, slowly the sky warmed and glowed, empty blue giving way to…

Flowing In Our Veins

Miles slid under the van and disappeared, and with each hour the scenery became more rugged. Wide clear sky stretched even wider, and the oaks and pines gave way to scrub brush and gnarled mesquite trees. I will always love the lush beautiful east, but the Texan in my veins will never die. We slammed…

Every Bitter Thing is Sweet

My little guy slipped out of our front row seat and made a bee line for the bucket of roses at the front of the stage. He bent carefully over the blend of red, pink and yellow and finally pulled up a pink one with dark ruffled edges. He retraced his steps and handed me…