Pecan Dreams

“I know for certain that dreams of pecans can keep you awake at night.”c e hollis I have awakened to the sweet scent of toasting pecans wafting through the house like a ghost––a kind ghost, a friendly ghost, a hungry one. I have day dreams of unshelled nuts in bushel baskets, cracked pecans in buckets,... Continue Reading →

Dear Wild Prairie,How I love to see God work in you. I love to watch Him change and renew you. On an April morning, I walk between two rusty gate posts into the past. The house once built here by homesteaders is gone. Steps, which a child once sat on to pout lay discarded on their... Continue Reading →

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