Blessed Stepping out of the shower, I toweled my body dry, then strolled back to our bedroom. I paused at the open door to appreciate the blessed image she granted me. …

Mid-June, our move was completed; we were still unpacking and settling into our new home. I had not yet met LaShunda, because at the end of the semester she had an opportunity to travel through Europe with some friends. She was scheduled to be home by the end of June. …

Returning to town after spending my early morning photographing landscapes in rural Johnson County, I was famished. As I drove past the Wardville city limits, I noticed the ‘Huddle House’ sign. I had not eaten there before and since leaving my home well before sunrise with only a cup of…

“There’s the sign.” I turned left, drove through the gate and across the cattle guard onto the Blackstock Ranch. I guided my old Ford truck along the rough ranch road for a mile or more until I found the dirt track leading down to the Brazos River. We were now…

On Down the River The Armstrong Clan has always been made up of troublemakers, reivers and brigands. Forcibly removed from their homeland, the Borders, between Scotland and England, they were relocated to Northern Ireland where they continued to oppose all authority, refusing to bend the knee to anyone. In 1734…