Texas is a long way from Wyoming, and I could feel every mile. As a freshman without a car, I walked to church one Sunday night –me and my homesick heart. In one quiet neighborhood of older homes, I started past a house that had the front door open. Through the screen door, I could hear laughing and talking. It… Read More

Matt and I have argued for 25 years about whether to open or close the living room curtains in the evenings. He says to close them so everyone can’t see in. I beg to open them so everyone can see in. “Let them drive by and look in our happy house,” I always say. He gives me the “you’re crazy”… Read More