The spirits and prayer (Caleb)

In spite of where I am and the position I’ve put myself in I feel optimistic about my life. ​Sometimes it’s hard, but because of my understanding of the Medicine Path, I can navigate situations l...

Have I Lost My Ability to Believe?

Caleb, my son, is back in jail.After a three-month “run” on heroin, cocaine and other cocktails, he was picked up on a breach of the conditions of his release. No new charges; only the past with which...

What To Do With Hurtful Memories

Grappling with the past is no small matter.For some families, memories are the mortar that binds them together; for others, different interpretations act like the explosive C4, detonating at inappropr...

Waiting for News While On the Edge

The tide was out, and the gulls were quiet, floating just offshore of Rathtrevor Beach. The tide would turn soon but, at this moment, the air was fresh, scented with just a tinge of seaweed, the breez...

Staying Afloat in Waves of Grief

Twice in four days I turned for a last look, once knowing I would never see her again, the other wondering if this was my last glimpse of him.Two weeks ago Thursday night, my wife Gaye and I saw Caleb...

A Burst of Hope on Checkerboard Mesa

The day was perfect. The sun was out, the top was down on the Fiat, and my wife was delighted. Each new turn on the amazing Highway 9, through Zion National Park in Southern Utah, brought a fresh vist...