> Teacup, Coffee Beans, French Press. [From the Archives]I Dreamed I was in a Cold Place.This city was big and foreign. I walked its strange streets, looking for an address, the wind scathing my skin and my spirits. My legs grew heavy. I’d been wandering the dark streets so long the cold had moved into […]

> Monterey, California. September, 2007. 4 More than the sounds of many waters,Than the mighty breakers of the sea,The Lord on high is mighty.5 Your testimonies are fully confirmed;Holiness befits Your house,O Lord, forevermore.Psalm 93:4-5 (NASB) It’s the weekend. Around here we remove our shoes and tour the stillness. Start with Sandra Heska King’s Still Saturday. Then drop […]

> 42nd Annual Trabuco Canyon Fourth of July Parade, July 4, 2007. [From the archives. Happy Independence Day!] Freedom, Truth, and Dependence Summertime in our little canyon brings adolescent wildlife into view. Last summer, our Labrador, J.D., faced off against a young squirrel. He’d pick up the squirrel in his soft retriever’s mouth, then spit it […]

> Baking With Cadence. Christmas, 2012. Now Serving Number OneEver mix up your words? Sometimes it’s embarrassing. Sometimes it’s silly. Every now and then, it’s profound. Rich and I were talking the other day, laughing and joking, and I misspoke: “It’s simple! We just refuse the right to reserve service!” I giggled, then abruptly stopped. […]

> It’s Right There on Our, Um, “Vintage” Bathroom Tile. Everything Isn’t in Place. Sighting the o-ring lying on the bathroom counter lay down a speedbump on my weekday-morning bathroom racetrack routine. Random o-rings don’t just materialize. No. They come from somewhere. And not just any-old-where. They come from somewhere that requires an o-ring to forestall leaking, […]