When death comes at Christmas

I have a friend who is dying.  It always seems to be at the holidays when life — both the birth and the dying — hangs in the balance.  It might be also in those precious, slow-motion moments, when time almost stands still, that we feel a little closer to God. Maybe it’s just at…

HOME: Life is a Blur Sometimes

I was just going through the pictures on my camera when this one of our dog, Toby, caught my eye.  This is what happens when we’re home in the mountains — Toby becomes a puppy again, tearing after jackrabbits, deer, and squirrels. He becomes a blur, not unlike life when you’re raising two teens.