At my recent writer’s critique group, one woman asked her colleagues to critique some pages about a dystopia world in a Redwood forest. We gave her feedback, but I curiously watched and listened as several writers rhapsodized over the tree power they experienced among California’s redwoods. One woman said, You can walk among these…
I made it to the sunset dinner on time, thanks to the host’s clear directions. But when I exited the beautiful house in the woods the setting had turned to shadowland. Driving was now more difficult. I couldn’t see landmarks, and it was turtle pace around the curves. Headlights illuminated only an occasional moth. Where were…
At the beloved Frog Fountain, my alumni friends and I decided to pray for the Texas Christian University community, particularly the TCU Class of 2020. This fountain has bubbled vigorously at the heart of campus since 1969–most of the time. One midnight long ago a prankster dumped Tide into the water. We recalled frothy soap…