I'll Meet You @ the intersection

His noticing is thanks enough, though he does not say “Thank you.” He does not say, “Now I feel cared for.”

Joyful play

Twenty years ago this month, the dolphins in the Gulf of Mexico played around our boat.

I love my children and my husband. I live in the chaos and quiet of my home, and I study Scripture and psychology.

I wonder what it would be like to be a Johnny Appleseed, getting a name in history just for walking the roads and dressing quaint.

We have given birth to a book, a children’s picture book to be exact, in collaboration with the talented Lana Kuhns, who painted the images.

Out through the northwest and back through the south. Nineteen states and 6,800 miles later, we are home with our hearts stretched wide.

Her voice in the telling is simple, with concrete terms and bite-sized thoughts. I appreciate that she was allowed to tell the story herself.

There is another banana-and-a-half on the banana hanger. When I am done with this one, I should probably eat those too. Soon.

Perhaps she wrote this description for Those Who Don’t Know, but perhaps too she wrote it for Those Who Do Know.

Congratulations to Rhonda, first place winner, and to Jenelle, runner-up! I have reached out privately to you both.