Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Sometimes when I get home after work I find it hard to leave again---especially when it gets dark earlier (this time of year) and chillier (also this time of year). However the other night I stood on my little balcony and looked towards the east. The glow of downtown seemed brighter than normal? I took... Continue Reading →
Sunday night I drove back from the lake with my window down. I don't often do this. It's noisy. I can't hear the radio. My hair blows around. It's annoying. But, for whatever reason, as I drove through the quiet village streets of the lake towards the highway I didn't roll up my window---and I... Continue Reading →
I received a photo of Shepherd's Call from a reader on holiday in the Dominican Republic. He's been a long-time fan of our books but doesn't read them until he's on a beach. He's patient. I'll give him that. Am I patient I think about the jousting parts of me---driven and patient. One part wants... Continue Reading →
I watched the clouds roll in from my window. Disappointment also rolled in. I wanted to see the moon rise. There are few things more gorgeous than a full moon rise on a prairie horizon. This was going to be the Full Pink Moon. Not sure who names them but that feels as soft as... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 