Revenge of The Broken Horse

I know where wild horses roam free as the wind. It's a peaceful place, high in the hills, where there are no fences. I've taken a few friends there, when the sun was sinking behind the snow-covered peak of the volcano. I'm not a cowgirl by any stretch of the imagination, but I do love horses… Continue reading Revenge of The Broken Horse

For Trae & Those He Left Behind

Yesterday we shared a meal and laughed with our brother. Today we are washing his blood out of our clothes and asking God to forgive his murderer, whoever and wherever he is. The sky, like a cold gray funeral sheet, is stretched out above the orchards where we all used to feel sheltered--above the peaceful orchards where… Continue reading For Trae & Those He Left Behind