early train

The train. It’s 5:59 in the morning, but the train doesn’t care. It’s as if the conductor has a gripe with this town. Our warm and friendly port on the shore of Lake Huron. He’s blasting that horn continuously. Chugging through town with one mission—to make sure everyone’s up as early as he is. Maybe … More early train

the art of marriage

It is more real than I ever expected— our life of keeping kids happy, healthy, and safe. Working every day so ends not only meet but overlap just enough to keep us comfortable and warm. It has been a great lesson in patience and faith, this art of marriage. And where we’re at now is … More the art of marriage

sometimes things need to be just so before you move on

I want to write about the bitter cold and how pretty the snow looks over everything. I want to write about the twenty-three brown apples hanging from the tree in our backyard and how my five-year-old daughter noticed them. “There are more apples that won’t let go than there were last year,” she said to … More sometimes things need to be just so before you move on