November gave us kids something dead to look forward to: Dad’s deer kill. Never would we have a better chance for an eye-to-eye with a big game animal than when Dad dragged a deer home…
World Reflections of Ourselves
Smoky Gold Memories
Autumn Trail
In It Together
Grandma's Apple Cobbler Keeps Nature Warm at Heart
Ask anyone in my family and they remember Grandma Rau’s apple cobbler. The buttery crust steaming over hot sliced apples served with a splash of cream made for an unforgettable dessert or breakfast. I can still see Grandma’s hands working a silver paring knife around and around each apple until there were long strips of apple peel for us to snack on…
From Small Acorns Friendships Grow
Garlands of Grace
We’ve all had them. Harried days when our stress level kicks up a few notches. Times when our thoughts are stuck on replay like a record player needle caught on a scratched LP.
One such day stands out for me. It had been an exceptionally difficult day at work. Like usual after getting home, I put on my walking shoes and hit the trail. Maybe I could walk my stress away? As my mind turned the day’s experiences over and over again, I was oblivious to anything else around me until some movement up ahead brought me to my senses.
Roots and Memories
The stories of people are often rooted in the stories of land—but the stories of land are often shaped by the stories of people, too. I took an afternoon road trip with an elderly friend yesterday to explore his old "stomping grounds" in a township where he had lived for decades and raised his family. Through his stories, he shared his roots and I discovered more about my own.