Goodness surrounds us, one only needs to pause and notice its presence. The day is warm and sunny here in North Texas. We are emerging from the winter routin...

While sweeping the garage, I hear faint meows coming from the matted underbrush in the woods. I cannot see the elusive cat, but his muffled cries tell me the...

During the early morning hours of December 20th, my mom, Kathy Jacobson, passed through a beautiful, mysterious fog into the loving arms of God. She closed h...

What do I do when I don’t know what to do? I wait. Sounds so easy, but waiting is probably the most challenging task I do. You see, I’m a planner. I make pla...

For the longest time, a Himalayan salt lamp sat in my mom’s bedroom. I bought the night light during one of our last outings together, which was a visit to t...

Time with mom is spent mostly in silence since Alzheimer's stole her ability to verbally communicate last year. Because the usual methods of communication no...

Everything I truly need is counter-intuitive in this world. I strive to live in the light, but what I yearn for can only be found in the dark. Somewhere alon...

Returning the last special serving dish to the china cabinet marks the passing of Thanksgiving. Finally, Jon and I sit down to watch TV. We are exhausted aft...

A fresh, wet blanket of dew covers the green pasture. Tiny water droplets shimmer like sequins in the early morning sunlight. Sitting in the patio chair, I s...

The manic barking alerted me to a possible danger in the pasture. Glancing out the window, I couldn’t see anything. “Look harder!”, our protective Great Pyre...