THAT GOOD TIME OF YEAR

I looked out the window and it was spring. The lawns were coming back to life and leaves were appearing on previously bare branches. The mesquite trees were beginning to show their special shade of green. Most people’s favorite season is the one in which they were born.

Stripping away life’s trappings ...

We are all on our individual life journey. Thank you. The positive response to last week’s column has been both touching and overwhelming. Emails have poured in from across the country and around the globe.

Check Your Mirrors

Continuing with observance of National Poetry Month, this week’s spotlight is on an Italian Jew who, as a chemist by trade, survived a WWII concentration camp. During his year at Auschwitz, Primo Levi was a slave laborer. After his release in 1945, he found writing vital to his survival.

What's your story

So tell Me what's your story? We all have one you know Some are old And some brand new And some you just haven't told So sit here and tell Me, I can see it in your eyes There's something working on you I know there will be no lies So tell Me, what's your story?

2 CENTS WORTH

Great day it's cold again here in Aspermont, probably not as cold as it seems but that old North Wind is blowing and it does make it chilly!!!!!! Joe and I have had a full week, seems like we can't get it all done before the day is gone, do you have that problem?

Faces & Places

“People talk about the happy quiet that can exist between two loves, but this, too, was great; sitting between his sister and his brother, saying nothing, eating.

Where I’m From

“I may not know who I am, but I know where I am from.” – Wallace Stegner The great Wallace Stegner, dean of Western writers, was speaking about the American West at large when he penned that immortal line about man’s purpose and connection to his place. I’ve been thinking about that line lately.

2 CENTS WORTH

Grab you a glass of tea and visit with me awhile, what a wonderful Easter we all had, even though it wasn't planned. Joe's son, Buzz called Saturday morning and said, "Dad can you and Carol come and spend the evening with us.

Faces & Places

“Sitting next to grief and allowing it to root through your former life while slowly unfurling into your new life requires the kind of patience, gentleness, and self-love that many of us have never had to summon before.

Hope: A Special Easter Message

(This week’s essay is a special Easter message that’s on my heart.) Today is a good day to focus on hope. Sometimes, it can be hard to focus. We’re busy. Our attention gets pulled too many ways at once.