Code Three: Running Hot

   Fire Trucks. Foothill Ranch. October, 2007 Trouble Ahead! I pulled to the shoulder and stopped, watching in awe as a fire engine, lights flashing and sirens screaming, careened up the road towards me. It swung, northbound, into the southbound lane I had just cleared in response to its warnings.  Wow. We could have collided. […]


Code Three: Running Hot

   Fire Trucks. Foothill Ranch. October, 2007 Trouble Ahead! I pulled to the shoulder and stopped, watching in awe as a fire engine, lights flashing and sirens screaming, careened up the road towards me. It swung, northbound, into the southbound lane I had just cleared in response to its warnings.  Wow. We could have collided. […]


Code Three: Running Hot

   Fire Trucks. Foothill Ranch. October, 2007 Trouble Ahead! I pulled to the shoulder and stopped, watching in awe as a fire engine, lights flashing and sirens screaming, careened up the road towards me. It swung, northbound, into the southbound lane I had just cleared in response to its warnings.  Wow. We could have collided. […]


>Waltzing with Jesus

>   Elaine and Rob, Dancing. May, 2010. Learning to be Led  I never learned to waltz. A child of the 60s, I never learned any dance steps, except for a few square dancing moves, taught on rainy days by my sixth-grade teacher. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. I did learn the Twist. And the Hokey […]


Waltzing with Jesus

  Elaine and Rob, Dancing. May, 2010. Learning to be Led  I never learned to waltz. A child of the 60s, I never learned any dance steps, except for a few square dancing moves, taught on rainy days by my sixth-grade teacher. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. I did learn the Twist. And the Hokey Pokey.  […]