I love the story of Jesus walking on water. His disciples are in a boat, trying to cross the Sea of Galilee amidst some sizable winds and waves when they perceive a ghost walking towards them on the water.

I have loved high, rocky places for as long as I can remember. Give me a mountain, a canyon, a craggy butte or even a large boulder to sit on and I am in my happy place!

I love new beginnings! And welcoming in a new year is the perfect setting. We’ve said goodbye to the year behind and gaze at the twelve months rolled out ahead of us like a red carpet. What will they hold?

Three years into my sixth decade, I’ve logged some miles in my time. I have tell-tale signs on my body to prove it: childhood scars on my chin

By 8 am the other morning, my kitchen looked like a crime scene—stuff shattered and splattered everywhere! There was, of course, no intruder—no forced entry—nothing stolen. But things were broken