Late last year I began taking a daily walk through what we still call the Young Forest (planted with ten-inch pencil-thin seedlings 20 years old, now reaching toward the sky at 70 plus feet). It takes less than five minutes to walk unless I linger, which I sometimes do. I slip out of my garden shoes and make my way barefoot. Silly, I suppose, this hankering to connect to God and pray in this way. But it feels like an invitation into something unexpected--both uncomfortable a

In early September Mark and our three daughters drove to the Oregon coast to spread the ashes of their Grandpa. We shared memories and...

Oakley gave birth to Birch almost 8 weeks ago now, a robust yet gentle soul who is kind and curious and sweetly attentive to his mama's...