Hispters, Hippies and a Moroccan Mothers’ Day (Day Thirteen)

Amy, Steve and me in Tennessee Cove

I’m actually kind of surprised and a little bit proud of myself that I didn’t blog over the weekend. I kind of figured after posting about getting off our hectic schedules to reconnect with our bodies, it would be pretty hypocritical if I didn’t at least try to do the same thing. Granted, I did [Read More...]

This Is My Body (Day Ten)

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There’s something very grounding about spending an entire day walking. Obviously you’re more connected, literally, to the earth, but the connection goes deeper than that. Little, if anything, passes by without notice. With enough time, nothing recedes into the background. You have time to actually notice everything. There’s also something physiologically renewing about walking all [Read More...]

To the Edge of the Earth (Day Eight)

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We just passed through Death Valley (insert 23rd Psalm joke here) and we’re about 100 miles from the edge of the world, also known as Los Angeles. As my mind wandered while scanning the dunes and scrub brush, I started thinking back to the stories about my dad when he left home. As soon as [Read More...]

The Boy With a Broken Heart is Born (Day Six)

Avery's first day as an oxygen-breathing member of the human race.

I wrote a story a while back about a family in our church back in Pueblo whose baby was due just after we left town. Early in the pregnancy, doctors diagnosed little Avery with HLHS, Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. There was a good chance he’d need surgery in utero or immediately after being born, and [Read More...]

A Hundred Hidden Kisses (Day Five)

Zoe found a couple of eggs in the henhouse after we left. She seems to be adjusting to our absence just fine so far.

We headed west toward Las Vegas this morning; chasing daylight toward the coast, leaving the kids in the care of grandma and grandpa. I’ll give you one guess to figure out which one of us had a harder time leaving. Personally, I know they’re safe at the farm, and they’ll have a lot more fun [Read More...]

Life on the Farm: A Photo Essay (Day Four)

Cottonwood tree, more than 100 years old. Locals say it's been there since the railroad went through this way.

Amy’s mom, Suzie, and stepfather, Russ, live on a 12-acre apple orchard nestled against the Rio Grande in northern New Mexico. Instead of describing it, I decided to show it.Click on each photo for a larger version. Enjoy. [Read more...]

Clowns, Bad Haircuts and Dreams of Disaster (Day Three)

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“I had a weird dream last night,” Amy said, “that our house in Pueblo was burning down. I called the fire department and instead of firefighters, they sent a whole bunch of clowns on unicycles. “I told them they needed to put out the fire, but they just kept riding around in circles on their [Read More...]

Hearts in the Trash (Day Two)

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It turns out that packing all the belongings you need for at least three months into the back of a Prius is a challenge. Of course, being a guy it’s the kind of challenge that makes life worth living. Anyone who has ever been a Tetris junkie can appreciate the exhilaration of fitting forty-seven differently [Read More...]


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