Moscow Trip Homework (pt. 2)

As you may remember, last month I shared a bit of some non fiction I wrote while at a writing conference in Moscow, Idaho. 

Well, I have another fragment of writing to share with you. I hope you enjoy it. If there is something you especially like or dislike, just drop a comment. I would love to get some feedback.

A young woman animatedly places her order across the counter to the employee who wears all black, apron included. The name of the coffeehouse is embroidered in gold lettering on his chest.

Students, teachers, mothers, writers all gather to do homework, grade papers, catch up with friends or get a lunch.The smell of fresh coffee mixes with the odors of bread, soup and the regular smells of the human body; the sweat, perfume and laundry detergent.The coffee machines mummer. Voices chatter indistinctly. People’s names are called out as their orders are ready for pickup. Change jingles as it passes hands and fingers click on keyboards. The refrigerator hums with electricity and forks clatter on plates.

Shoulders ache from constantly carrying full backpacks. Feet sweat unpleasantly in boots while the heat warms bones chilled by the cold weather. Stomachs fill with the food that will now fuel their bodies to allow them to continue on with life, the added bonus is that the food also appeases the taste buds.

Bookshelves covered in books line the walls, giving the place the feel of a home. Soft classical music plays in the background. Somebody falls asleep. They are probably a college student in desperate need of sleep, but unless his snores tell, or a friend walks in, no one will know. 

Remember to always seek truth, goodness and beauty.

Until next time, 



Historic Abingdon Virginia

We live just outside of a beautiful old town. And I finally got around to taking pictures of it. This is Abingdon, Virginia. A city founded in 1778. A city where George and Martha Washington stayed in and passed through. A city where at least one of the buildings (still being used) was made into a hospital when the Civil War was in progress.


Is it not beautiful? Leave a comment with how old your town is.

Until next time,



We had a very dry summer and beginning of fall. And because of that, we are just now seeing true colors of leaves. It is just now beginning to look like Autumn. 

And, we have been getting a good amount of rain recently, which has brought forth some spectacular clouds/sky.

…And the corn is finally growing! 

Also, while I was taking pictures of the land, I came across my sisters having a cute little tea party on the porch.

(They have a party crasher… Titus wasn’t invited)
How does Autumn look where you live? Drop a picture in the comments, I’d love to see.
Until next time,


Moscow Trip Homework

As I mentioned in *this post*, I was in Moscow, Idaho for a few days for a writing conference. I was blessed by several fun days with many new acquaintances (and an old friend), a wonderful concert by The Gray Havens, and a series of spectacular lectures/workshops on writing. One of the lessons was about noticing what is around you, always being aware of what is going on at any given time, so I thought I’d share one of the papers I wrote while I was there. It’s just a short paragraph, but it was fun to write.

Puddles of water and small leaves lie on the cement and on top of wooden benches that litter downtown Moscow, Idaho. Old stone building are found on almost every street corner and new college students wander in and out.
The rumble of car engines and the creak of buses, along with the clatter of many people fills your ears.
The seven (or so) restaurants that are within a one block radius, supply your nostrils with wonderful smell and your stomach with hunger.
The crisp fall air chills your fingers and toes, while the sun warms your head and back.
A young woman sits on a wet bench in front of you, her legs crossed, shivering from the cold. A small notebook sits open on her lap and she bends over it, scrapping her pen across the lines. She is attempting to write something with stiff fingers, but most of the time she just sits, hands shoved in her jacket pockets, trying to ignore her aching feet.

Most people actually tune out all that is going on around them because there is so much and we end up only grasping a very little bit.

Are you generally one to notice your surroundings? Or do you find yourself sitting somewhere for several minutes before you even realize even the simplest of things?

Until next time, may you seek truth, goodness and beauty.


High In The Sky

I flew from Tennessee to Idaho last week, and so, spent a considerable amount of time in the air. Which is not a problem for someone who immensely enjoys the sky, as I do.  I couldn’t help but take pictures of the beauty around and below me as the view was absolutely stunning. I now take to the web to share some of them with you all.






Salt Lake City



(Pretty sure) the Rocky Mountains



More Idaho


I had a really good time in Idaho (I went there for a writing conference, more about that to come).

Have you been on a plane? Comment how far the farthest you’ve ever flown.

Until next time,


Ark Encounter


On Wednesday, September 12, 2017, A family of thirteen (remaining at home) stopped in Williamstown, Kentucky to visit the Ark replica. That family was mine, and we were enjoying our Christmas gift. We were traveling back from Montana, and only five short hours away from our home we hadn’t seen in seven months.
The first glimpse we saw (coming over a hill) of the ark, was just the height and depth, and we were already surprised by its size. By the time we stepped off the bus and were walking towards our destination and could fully see the length, its magnitude amazed us.
As the world’s largest timber made structure, the Ark itself stands almost eight stories from the ground with a width of 85 feet.
Over one and a half times the length of a football field, this well designed, rectangular box (for my lack of a better shape name) is the same measurements as the one Noah built, thousands of years ago, by the instruction of God. It was to hold eight people and two of every kind of animal, (seven of the clean/sacrificial animals) for over a year.
Just image that for a minute. Eight people… hundreds of animals & reptiles… for over a year… while God destroyed the world and everything in it, with a flood.
I had thought of it and read the account several times previously, but nothing really prepared me for seeing its size myself.
Several things were also brought to light that I hadn’t thought of before. For instance, how they got fresh water for so many creatures; how they received light, artificial and real; and how they got rid of all the waste. (Eww!)
The complexion of it was amazing. The wisdom that Noah must have received in building and handling it all is mind blowing.

I encourage you to read the true account for yourselves in Genesis, chapters 6-8, and if at all possible to visit the Ark as well.
It is well worth the cost and time.

Until next time,