Ode to Lost Keys

  Where’d my keys go, where’d they hide? They’ve sprouted legs, they’re not inside, The dish or on their labeled hook, On the floor? NO! I looked! Not in the door or on the bar, Not in the slot to start the car. Not in the dirt or on the seat, NOT ON THEIR HOOK,…

Where Rubber Meets the Road

One of my boys never left our driveway without leaving rubber on Birchwood Loop. Our closest neighbor loved it (not). On our two acres of land, cannibalized 4x4s pleaded with me to put them out of their misery at the salvage yard. I couldn’t walk a straight line 20 feet without tripping over an engine,…

Season of White

© 2018 Richard Drebert You may never hear a team of sled dogs calling the snow to fall, but for a moment as you lie quiet in your bed, just imagine you do. One flop-eared husky, impatient to shoulder a harness, nips at the wind and winter stings him back. A sprightly dog with curly…

Promised Land

Like every family, ours has had its share of upheavals and trials. We live out our relationships imperfectly–and radically forgive one another to survive family life. I would be neglecting my calling if I let my 60+ years fade without encouraging you to live a Bible-principled life. I am convinced that knowing Jesus Christ delivers us to…