We crossed the Clark Fork River on our way out of Missoula, Montana. The sun was just coming up and the sky along the horizon was fading, changing from a deep indigo to ...
We drove into the west entrance of Glacier National Park late in the clear February morning and our tires crunched into the frozen crust of last week’s snowfall. The cold, ...
The Salvation Army bell ringer, bundled up to stay warm in weather that has turned brutal overnight, stands just beside the front door of the busy store. Ringing the bell, ...
This time of year, even when the spirit isn’t really there at all, we can decorate and party and shop ourselves into a state of manufactured joy. But comfort is impossible ...
"For most of my adult life, I’ve had my hands on the wheel. With lists on my mind and places to be and things to do. I’ve worked hard and tried to do what was expected of me. ...
"I wanted to tell him that this was only beginning. That for the rest of his life that little girl, who no matter how old she was would always be his baby, would walk into ...