“So you train pilots to do mountain flying?” the men questioned. They had stopped by the office on a whim. Ben, a pilot who is working on his instrument rating, happened to walk through and stopped to chat with them. We all heard about Ben’s response. How he confidently and boldly explained that they don’t…
Faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains. That’s what the Bible says. That’s what truth is. Yet, I balk. I tremble. I pull back sharp and hard and hide in fear. I have no faith. Not really. I tell myself. — Standing around before lunch we talk about what the excavator needs. This…
Down that dusty street, pavement worn and painted lines long disappeared, the little cottage sat. Flowers bloomed, the garden overflowed with tomatoes and onions and jalapeno peppers. I boxed them up, wishing for time to make my favorite salsa recipe, but my days were so busy with work that I knew the tomatoes would sit and…
When we got married, we liked each other– a lot. And we called it love because that’s what you do. But then it was only weeks after the wedding and I was stumbling into a year of depression and to be honest? I wasn’t very likable. I’m pretty sure the only person who actually enjoyed being around…
He snores slightly. This tiny two-year-old nephew of mine. He slumps over on the couch, wrapped in a bright blue blanket and letting out soft rumbling snores. Upstairs the girls are sleeping sideways in the bed so they can share without rolling off. At 5 and 3 1/2 they are nearly the same height and…
I was twelve years old when we packed our bags and moved south. Way south, to Florida– with palm trees, palmetto bushes, humidity, and fire ants. It was the first time I can remember screaming at my mother. I told her I hated it. I wanted to go home to Alaska. The long and short of her answer? This…
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