Montana

Sparrows

Thoughts on Miscarriage

“I got you a present!” I told Lily, my five-year-old, who was buckled into the backseat of our SUV…

Langley and Lee Metcalf

My daughters leaned out the window of our minivan and waved to me with tears in their eyes…

Cooking With Fire

Goats greeted me with fluffy tails bobbing up and down, waving hello. In a distant field, horses trotted and pranced as the sun was setting…

A Homemade Home

The motor of Mom's coffee machine reverberated as fresh decaf espresso poured from the spout. A touch of heavy cream and a dash of cinnamon rounded out the roasted flavors of the coffee…

Living Seasonally

As a child, my mom would bring me to my great-grandparent's house every Thursday. I called them Nanny and Boppy. Depending on the season, our pastimes varied…