Priceless gifts are rarely the most expensive. They are immeasurable because somewhere in the giving was the giver’s presence. A
They had an evening, candlelight ceremony, and the church was full.
It’s 1967. The 4th of July is tomorrow, and we can’t wait. We’ve hauled bales and stacked them in the
And when it started, it was as if the ocean was rushing to shore on our farm.
Who knows the order of things, or why life never seems to give us enough time with those we love
Today would have been Mom’s 80th birthday. Shortly before she went to Heaven, I wrote this for her. I think
I’m not sure what to do with the copper tub, but I know one thing — it’s not for sale.
There is no place more precious and simple, than back home. I am decades far from the little one I
A few days ago, I was headed home, out of Fargo, enjoying a day, which had “spring” stamped all over
A frequent memory visits me when it’s time for field work. I am running out into the field, taking my