In Celebration of Grief

We have had a terrible dry winter and spring in the southwestern desert. Day after day has dawned with clear skies and a relentless sun. The land has grown parched. The pine trees in our yard have turned brown, and the threat of fire looms across the mountains above our town. It has become a…

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How Great Thou Art

It was almost April and one news station reported that our city had had a mere forty hours of sunlight since October! It had been the darkest five months of my life.

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