The thick fog rolls across my backyard in the hour before dawn. My neighbor’s pool lights illuminate the fog with green and purple light casting

At times even the best laid plans must change, and this year’s Journey to the Cross with its wonderfully made plans must change. The Journey

As I sit down to write this morning, my mind is swirling. Like the churning waters at the base of a waterfall, my mind runs

Seemingly overnight our city, nestled in the sweeping bend of the Texas coast, has turned upside down. Grocery store shelves are empty. Police officers guard