“There was an old man who was born blind. He lived in the hollow of a tree and he’d never seen the beauty of the world around him. When offered the gift of sight by the missionary doctors, he refused. He said, ‘I am content to simply smell the roses.’ And when asked,...

Sometimes they appear at night. A bouncing lamp leading the way. Sometimes my headlights cross their path and the glitter of reflective tape appears out of the shadows. I’ve even seen them in the fog, far across town, and many miles from home. A father and his son on...

There are flurries today; the effort leaving a mere dusting on our window sill. The last holiday of the year is near, and winter is nipping at our heels. Here I am sitting near our fireplace, journal on my lap, in deep contemplation. My eyes are captivated, staring...