Part of the story

Gethsemane The grass never sleeps. Or the roses. Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning. Jesus said, wait with me. But the disciples slept. The cricket has such splendid fringe on its feet, and it sings, have you noticed, with its whole body, and heaven knows if it ever sleeps.…

Blue

When first I met Dr. H he was walking toward me across the small parking lot from his office in Boise, ID. I was early for my appointment, so my husband and I had sat in the truck to wait a bit. I still couldn't drive. He must have seen us. As I climbed out…

Oatmeal cookies

It’s Birthday week at our house for my guy . . . Dad, Pops, Grampa. We'll be gathering to celebrate with a meat and potatoes dinner, his grandaughter's homemade bread, and daughter's Pecan Cheesecake. His kind of feast. If you ask him what he might like as a gift, he’ll say the same thing every…

Window to the world

Going to Walden by Mary Oliver It isn’t very far as highways lie. I might be back by nightfall, having seen The rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water. Friends argue that I might be wiser for it. They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper: How dull we grow from hurrying here…

A love story

Through the heads of the passengers milling around the train station, he saw her . . . dark brown hair, full lips, and those legs! He made his way toward her, emboldened by the uniform he wore. She saw him coming towards her. He looked like movie star Van Johnson . . . tall, thin,…

Sunday dinner

Sunday dinner was usually at our house in town as the years passed. We had grown kids now, just one still at home. Mom and Dad would stop by after church, before heading back out to the ranch. Mom would sit in my chair down in the living room, thumbing through a magazine, humming softly…

“Winter proper . . .”

The Cabin Chronicles—January 2014 We’ve been watching the ice form on the bay. First, it was lacy white with swirls, as if the wind had figure-skated across it. Days later, it was a solid gray with fog moving like dry ice along the edge where it met the water. Then it was white with new snow, glistening…