What do you do in a slow season of life? I’ve heard them called the lazy days of summer, yet when my kids were growing up, summer felt anything but lazy. We ran from swimming lessons to ball game
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It’s not about the Sandwich
Lunch was ready. Everyone had contributed something: three types of bread, two kinds of meat and three cheeses. As people began building their sandwiches, I was shocked by my internal reaction.
The Gift of Irrelevance: Blooming Unseen
I’ve always been fascinated by flowers that grow wildly in places they may never be seen. Just as some ask, “If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound,” I have wondered, “If a flo
The Ingredients of Summer
There is something magical about summer in a small town. Perhaps the magic happens in cities as well, but my lived experience has mostly been in small, rural communities.
The Good Life: What We Have Is Priceless
Many people in our area contributed to the Cattlemen’s Ball this past weekend. It was an honor for Cozad to host an event of this size. Even more remarkable was the way people from across Dawson
The Joy Waiting Outside Your Comfort Zone
I walked into the room to find a large electronically lit board with a full bingo table designed to randomly serve up numbered balls. The set up looked like something straight out of 1970, but I ne
When Irritation Becomes a Mirror
I was once told that the things that irritate us about other people often reflect something unresolved within ourselves. At first, I resisted that idea. Surely the problem belonged to them, not me.
Where Common Ground is Found
After traveling around the world, I have come to realize that I am no different–no better and no worse–than anyone else. Every culture offers unique experiences, beliefs, traditions, and values
Stuffed to the Brim with the Things I Love
Have you ever had a week so stuffed to the brim that it felt like you didn’t even have time to breathe?
The Version of Me Only I Can See
Once in a while, I bump into the reality that my self-concept doesn’t quite match reality.
