Far From His Creek. August, 2011. On Sojourn “Come look at this,” my husband called from our front deck one evening. Stepping out into the evening’s cool air, I stood beside him and saw with him: A tiny frog, no bigger than a walnut, was making his way up the frame of our front door, […]

Far From His Creek. August, 2011. On Sojourn “Come look at this,” my husband called from our front deck one evening. Stepping out into the evening’s cool air, I stood beside him and saw with him: A tiny frog, no bigger than a walnut, was making his way up the frame of our front door, […]

> Far From His Creek. August, 2011. On Sojourn “Come look at this,” my husband called from our front deck one evening. Stepping out into the evening’s cool air, I stood beside him and saw with him: A tiny frog, no bigger than a walnut, was making his way up the frame of our front […]

Far From His Creek. August, 2011. On Sojourn “Come look at this,” my husband called from our front deck one evening. Stepping out into the evening’s cool air, I stood beside him and saw with him: A tiny frog, no bigger than a walnut, was making his way up the frame of our front door, […]

Far From His Creek. August, 2011. On Sojourn “Come look at this,” my husband called from our front deck one evening. Stepping out into the evening’s cool air, I stood beside him and saw with him: A tiny frog, no bigger than a walnut, was making his way up the frame of our front door, […]