Morning at the Mirror
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...

As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...