Echo From the Hills

The woman was little more than a girl—and tired, so tired. She swayed slightly on the back of the plodding...

Just one more time, I’d like to go back home for Christmas. I’d like to climb on the wooden sled...

The lull between Thanksgiving and Christmas always takes me back to the days at Hagar Grade School. Just as soon...

Dear Lord: Thanksgiving Day is here, and I’ve been thinking of your many blessings.  It’s just not on this day...

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and...

Summer was dying; they all agreed.  It was evident in the pallor of her early morning fogs, and in the...

October has been a month of incomparable beauty, although she is slowly sliding into the past. Her last gesture is...

It is strange how the landscape can change at night; the familiar landmarks seem transformed into odd and unfamiliar objects...

                 O, suns, and skies, and clouds of June,                  And flowers of June together,                  Ye cannot rival for...

September spins out mild, dreamy days to crown her last week here. Blessed, golden days that fills our hearts with...