August is a funny month. The crickets are chirping. And according to my Great-Aunt Bernice, that means the first frost is six weeks away. I have no idea if Great-Aunt Bernice was scientifically accurate, but I’m not about to argue with her. She had a way of saying things that made you believe she knew. […]
Still Becoming. Summer, uncertainty, and making room for what comes next. Read More »
Seeing the Forest for the Trees A few weeks ago, while hiking in a forest heading up to a small hot springs with some friends, I stood in a forest that had once been consumed by fire. Blackened trunks still marked the landscape, reminders of what had been lost. Yet beneath them, young trees stretched
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No matter how the night before went — whether it was one of those restless nights helping Mikelle up several times, adjusting blankets, repositioning pillows, offering reassurance in the dark, or one of the rare and treasured nights of solid sleep — the morning always comes. And with it, the rhythm of care begins again.
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Change The winds of change have arrived this March, along with summer temperatures. Out here in Colorado, we know something about change. From the weather to the headlines, it seems everything is changing and probably is where you live, too. A clear morning can turn into a towering thunderstorm by afternoon. The sky darkens without
When the Budget Tightens: I remember those that came before me. Read More »
