About Me

The weekend was a blur, a swirling loop of happy moments pouring themselves into happy memories. DAY ONE Settling into camp, I fell asleep to the sound of horses munching on hay, the scent of crushed alfalfa and meadow grass strong in my nostrils. It was a warm night and the breeze held its own until moonrise, then all was quiet. I woke to fingers of daylight slipping through the tree branches swaying near my hammock. Birds greeted the dawn, the horses continued at their hay,

For Tyler, who taught me many things. Time does not ease the pain. Did I tell you how much I respected you? How I looked up to you? How I depended on you? I wish I had. Did you know that you made work fun? That I loved being on your team; That your nod of approval made my day? I hope you did. Did I know that was the last day? The last time I'd hear your voice, Or hear "The way it shakes out..."? I wish I had. Do you know we keep your memory alive? We quote you and smile, and

My mother and I have a tradition: we text each other every morning, no matter where we are, how many time zones are between us, or how long we’ve been apart. It’s a lovely way to start the day. Recently, she began texting me the phrase “I hope you find your blessing today.” Wow, what a thought! To go through the day actively looking for God’s blessings! It has changed my outlook. Blessings like a burning sunrise, a warm spring morning, or a steaming cup of her

Chivalry is dead, I thought; There are no good men left. No men to defend our virtue, Or treat a woman like a queen. Where are the White Knights of old Who wore our colors into battle? Who challenged evil in our name And returned to bow, worshipful, at our feet? But then a man held a church door for me; Smiled and looked me in the eye. A man once loaned me his coat And pretended he wasn’t as cold as I. Some men are the thoughtful kind, Who halt lewd jokes in a lady’s prese

They say that man wasn’t meant to fly, Yet some are born with wings in their soul. They hold a secret others may never know, The thrill...

I’m standing with my back to the wind that forever blows in Great Falls. It blows so constantly that when locals travel to a place where...

Faith is not that warm and fuzzy feeling you get when you can finally see how God is going to work out a problem. Faith doesn't come...

Dusty Sterling I can remember only four times that I have knowingly stood where heroes died. Gettysburg. The Alamo. The 9/11 Memorial....