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I just need to tell you that my daughter isn’t the only writer in the family with a project just “birthed”.  My husband David has written a play that is currently receiving its world premiere at Lamb’s Players Theatre in...

Finally!  Our daughter, Meredith Barnes’ second book launches this coming Tuesday! 

Meredith wrote and published her first devotional book, All the Time, during the pandemic.  That book sold well (thanks to many friends like you!), and it came to the attention of Paraclete...

  on the banks of the Rio Grande in New Mexico and Texas, September 2023

shallow and so muddy
one could almost
walk across it on the silt
yet each molecule, each droplet
flows inexorably and imperceptibly on
merging with others
in a confluence of current
that pushes and pulls
faster and fiercer

...

After leaving Little Rock, the next stop on our cross-country journey was Oklahoma City.  We arrived early enough to take the six-block walk from our hotel to the memorial to the victims and survivors of the bombing of the federal building in April, 1995.  I had been there before with...

We stopped in Little Rock to visit my cousin Susie and to see her new home.  Her daughter graciously offered her guest house, and Susie and her husband Tom dedicated a full day to squire us around their new city.

Little Rock has many wonderful things to explore.  We opted to take a...

When we stopped by Evansville, Indiana to see our recently widowed friend Kathy, I asked if we could visit her husband John’s grave with her.  His ashes were buried about a month ago in his family plot in Boonville, Indiana.  In the car on the way to Boonville, Kathy observed that...

I had one chore to do in Indianapolis as we passed through town on our way from Michigan to California.  I wanted to clean my grandparents’ headstones. 

All my grandparents are buried in Crown Hill Cemetery, one of the largest and loveliest cemeteries in the Midwest…555...

I am mad for Lake Michigan sunsets.  But on one of my last mornings at our summer place I was captivated by the morning sky.  With the sun rising behind me, the clouds were tinted with a whisper of pink as though painted by Maxfield Parrish.  And I thought, “Lord, it is good...

Last week, kayaking with a friend, we decided to paddle upriver where I had seen an eagle perched on a tree branch the week before.  Years ago, the eagles had built their nest in one of the highest pines along the river.  It was no longer there; but because the eagle I had seen was...

There are sounds the river makes
when you float with the current
on a lazy afternoon: 

there’s the rustle and applause
of the cottonwood trees
as the breeze riffles through the leaves,
and even the creak of the tall trunks
when the wind really gets cracking;

there’s the screeching call...