color

We walk past the boat harbor. Sailboats bob in the bay. Purple and yellow flowers line the sidewalk as we pass the water treatment plant. They are not enough to take the mind and nose away from the stench, but the smell doesn’t bother us. It’s something we have come to know as home. I … More color

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