Bird Plow

The last time that I was in Washington DC, I stopped by the National Archives Building rotunda to view the fading "Charters of Freedom...

  My wife Rosana and I sat together at a picnic table on a beautiful spring afternoon within view of a sea of massive wind-blown sand dunes ...

  Meet Mary, my guardian angel. Unlike the angels of myth and legend, Mary is as real as the rain. She wields no sword. You don’t see any wi...

Today, the Day of the Dead, is not a time to be sad about those who are no longer with us. Rather it's a chance to listen to what they s...

 "It's only a theory..." That's like saying "It's only the Hope Diamond" A theory in science is the gold sta...

In a world of uncertainty and trouble, the sun has always inspired awe and reverence. Its constant brilliance brings life and light. The s...

Why are we compelled to look up at the stars?  The matter that makes up your body was forged in the violent death of some old and dis...