Darkness and Light
One of the things that I’ve been watching on Youtube is the old Bob Ross shows called The Joy of Painting. It always amazes me how he takes a blank…
One of the things that I’ve been watching on Youtube is the old Bob Ross shows called The Joy of Painting. It always amazes me how he takes a blank…
If you’re a gardener you know joy. There’s just something special, something extra tasty, in the crops harvested from your own plot of dirt. It’s not just freshness. I can…
This story was originally written in 2004 and has been edited for Lambchow. The Tractor Seat, another story in that original series, share the same setting although a different time…
Have you ever pulled off the highway to visit a roadside attraction? Perhaps your destination was the Rockies, or the Grand Canyon, or the Ocean, or just to visit some…
What would a moment of peace look like for you? Mine involves a cool starlit evening, some dark woods, and a glowing campfire. But maybe yours is completely different, like…
The Life Preserver Dale Heinold – 2004 Edited for Lambchow – 2016 The Mary Ann is a sailboat with a white bottom with blue trim. She is large enough to…
Some truths are so simple that we miss how profound they really are. One plus one is two. A simple truth that is foundational to all mathematics. The sun rises…
It’s been my experience that folks, including me, struggle to grow the fruit of patience. We are impatient to become patient, desiring God to instantly plop it into our hearts.…
My family has been making the annual trek up to Sunshine Lake for years. The appointed time is over October’s Columbus Day weekend. Three days of camping and fishing with…
One of the staples of western lore is the wanted poster. It’s not just the stuff of movies. Wanted posters were often produced by the banks and railroads that outlaws…
This story was written in 2004 and edited for Lambchow. This story is special because it weaves in some real life memories. – Dale Summer 1968 Johnny heard the rat-a…
Just east of our home there is a short stretch of gravel road. The grandkids call it the bumpy road. They know they’re close to grandma and grandpa’s house when…