We are natural collectors of things, we humans. We like to compile and stockpile, to assemble and amass. I collect old books, mainly classics of literature. I love the look of them and the thought of surrounding myself with ancient words of wisdom. My great-aunt once collected cats on her large Texas estate. Rumor has … Continue reading What are you collecting?
“I tend to go through life trying—in futility, I might add—to create a self each day rather than to simply receive a self each day. And any self that is created by anything or anyone other than the Creator, the God that breathed me into being, can only be false. Any self that I create … Continue reading receiving your name
I hate clutter. With a passion. Yet I find myself surrounded by endless clutter, every day. My desk at home, both my desks at work, my kitchen, my car, my yard, my bedroom, and most of all, my living room, where two grownups, three kids, two cats, one dog, and one wood-chomping fireplace all dump … Continue reading Space
View from the Valley 