While our kids were young, I counted the passing years by taking pictures of them by our front door on the first day of school. Now that I live in Minnesota, I count the number of winters. This is our seventh winter here. Northern Minnesota winters are overwhelming. Last year we had snow for six … Continue reading Time


I said the words by Strawberry Creek, perched on a fallen cedar in the sunlight. I can still feel the soft, ridged bark under my hands, smell the warm pine needles at my feet. I didn't understand much, just that there was a God out there who somehow cared about me and this holy moment … Continue reading Pivot