Every Christmas the farmers market in Picketwire, Colorado was transformed into a Christmas Village.  The market's motley collection of sheds was swathed in pine boughs, wreaths and strings of colored lights. Towering in the center of the Village was a Christmas Tree that was adorned with twinkling lights and colorful ornaments. Since the sponsor of the Christmas Village was the nonprofit Prairie Heart Pantry, food and clothing were distributed free to any individual and fami

In September of 2025 the Indescribable Scribes, a prose and poetry writing group affiliated with the Astoria (Oregon) Writers Guild, sponsored a day long writing workshop. 

With her cross-country move just 48 hours away, Sheila sensed her every nerve fraying, the pressure of time leaning heavily on her distracted mind.

Ezra dreamt he was Lazarus only there were no Mary and Martha to ask Jesus to bring him back to life ...

“One night Jerry got out of bed to go to the bathroom and he never returned...

The poet William Wordsworth wrote of our connection to the eternal. It is strongest in childhood

“Hurry up,” my Dad said as I finished my bowl of Cheerios.

Mom told us that Mesa Verde meant green table in Spanish, but when I saw it from a distance ... it didn't look green to me.

“The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.” ― Carl Gustav Jung I My memory includes a cloud of smoke,...

Ezra Beeman looked out the large bay window in his living room and saw the snow falling over the front lawn and the town of Beulah...