Something’s still wrong–the same thing that was wrong forty years ago. A malignancy, a tumor, slowly growing in someone’s heart. A conscience that’s seared.

A married man is a preoccupied man.

Judgment doesn’t always fall on the unjust in this life. Sometimes you have to make your own way out.

I’m not surprised he wants to challenge me here, where no one can protect me. He thinks I’m a weak woman. He thinks wrong.

When he leaned in to kiss me, the future swirled before me, bright as sunlight on creek water.

I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.

There are times when the evil seems so impenetrable, the wickedness so victorious, you don’t even know how to hope. But then the good news bursts in, as impossible to deny as it is to...

Sometimes I feel so entangled with the West Virginia seasons, it’s like I’m breathing through them.

Freydis and Ref are in a world of their own, a world of love and pain, wrapped in marriage vows.

Responsibilities fall heaviest on those willing to take the load.

The pull of the mountain is like gravity for my soul.