A life of stumbling grace. A journey with the discarded. And a little kitchen therapy.

Life is Carved in Ruts.

I sit beside them at the handmade table, tucked away in the only shady spot in the courtyard that connects the small home, workshop and barn. The steamy afternoon air is thick with the smell of manure and slop, and the sun is relentless. An old tractor in need of care blocks …

Jesus Dreams and the Ache of Rescue.

It most always comes upon awakening. The ache. The chest caving in, find it hard to breathe ache found in the ligaments of life between the “I must do something” and the “I’m helpless to do anything.” It’s such a familiar pain now. I used to fight against it but …

Yes Ronnie. We are Walking.

It wasn’t my first time to step into the haphazard community of folks who might be missed by most who visit the beautiful city. It was easy to think of the apartment building as an Island of Misfit Toys – and perhaps that’s why it felt so much like home …

When (Please) is the Cry.

The cathedral was born in Nevrincea, Romania, in 1909. She flourished until Communism marched into her village and killed liberty. She wanted to be reborn when the revolution lit up the night and cried “freedom.” She longed to breathe again when liberty was given new life. She took stumbling steps …

every day is a story waiting to be painted in words and pictures...