Let me begin by saying that I’m no expert on poetry…and upon Googling the word “poetry”, I read a definition on Wikipedia that I barely understand:

       "a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic qualities of...

Unaware of the deeps
  beyond the pristine circle of sand
the children play in the shallows…

three, four, five and six, they cannot see
  the future with its ripples and undertows—
the lurking heartbreaks, the engulfing diseases.

They count on the grown-ups to keep
  all...

The moral high ground
    is a perilous precipice,
    and the fall from there
                      is a long one.

Liz McFadzean

Photos by Gary and Peter Bayer

Sometimes life feels like unraveling
threads pulled and frayed
...

This is a big, beautiful country.  Last week I complained about western Kansas.  I’m sure that for the people born and raised there, even that broad expanse of flat grassland has a mesmerizing beauty.  When we moved back to the Midwest from California in the 1980s, I...

Many people have described the cross-country trip that I undertook with my daughter and her two oldest sons as a prime opportunity for making memories.  But on the road, you can’t be sure precisely what memories you’re making.  You can plan the things that you think will...

We didn’t lose anyone at the Grand Canyon.

Every time I told somebody that this summer I was driving across the country with my daughter and her two oldest boys (six and four), and that our first stop was the Grand Canyon, I was warned to hold onto them tightly.  You would think that...

One Thursday I find myself sitting by the side of the road.  What am I doing here?  I’ve thrown a lawn chair and my journal into the back of the car and headed for the hills.  From whence does my help come?  

The sun is out, and it warms me, warms the earth as it...

Yesterday was our 47^th wedding anniversary.  One thing that has enabled us to survive the “better and the worse”  is that David and I have a “missional marriage”.  What do I mean by that?  During our earlier years together, we were literally...

A couple of years ago, my husband ordered a Rebel robot to vacuum our pool.  Whenever the filter is running, it roams around sucking up leaves and other debris that sink to the bottom. 

My daughter wrote a short story chronicling my relationship with this little robot entitled,...