red rocks and I-25 . . . what miraculous bad luck looked like on our way home from Colorado Springs.
You go out in joy and play wiffle ball — that’s definitely not what it says in Isaiah, but maybe it should.
Thoughts on moving to Washington and all the things in between.
Some thoughts on how to form an educated opinion, fueled by what sets my soul in fire.
always after those clear nights and wide open skys.