My Heart is Riding Shotgun

I’ve traveled many times to the beautiful Southwest corner of Utah. Eastern Utah has been so close, and so far, since moving to Denver, but I finally made it there.

I was honored to recently attend an event with a close community who share strong faith and fellowship. The theme was “A Broken Masterpiece.”

I wish. Two words that pop into my head a lot. Surely, it is inevitable after a loved one dies.I just finished reading the book The Women, by Kristin Hannah.

Mount Sniktau, one of my favorite summer hikes, is both stunning and harsh. The first mile up (which is also the last mile down) is a steep, forty-six percent grade with loose rocks and dirt,

I hear people say this a lot. “I just can’t get it right.” When offering words of solace, all of it feels utterly incorrect. If you say, I understand what you are going through...