We had a bit of fun yesterday on Facebook, of all places.  For those of you who missed it, and for the sake of posterity and remembrance, I...

In honor of the twenty-fifth anniversary of our first date, I'm re-posting this poem...written on a perfect day for remembering.  So...

Golden days, few and precious. Roads are made in leaves under the tree.        Trucks, rakes, balls half-buried in the piles....

Last month, in the midst of having so much to do, I decided to read a book. Although I had plenty to do in every area of my life, including ...

(Continued from Part 1 ) The Barn Removal Project. Or as we've come to call it, the Barn Razing (as in completely destroy and remove...

Sometimes people get the impression that life at our house must be all humor and poetry.  I'm here with proof that this is, indeed, true...

Sweet summer evening, after rain. When the light is just right.      Soft, with scattered spots of fire          in raindrops ...

At the beginning of May this year, we were looking forward to the Summer, just amazed at how wide open the days looked.  We had two greatly ...

Hello Family, Friends, and die-hard Shull Family Fans everywhere . . . it's time for another episode of  Journal Snapshots ! An insider...

Rev. John Ames, in Marilynne Robinson's Gilead : "I mean only respect when I say that your mother has always st...