Stories about faith, fitness, and the healing of broken hearts, minds, and bodies 

I hesitated to write this story because I know a family who recently lost their 10-year-old to cancer. I hate it for them. I hate it for...

Preacher will do anything for a treat. At least, I thought he would. Preach is a wild man at heart. He would take full advantage of our countryside if he were released on his own. But I want him to stay nearby, so I use treats as an incentive while training him to take walks. Preach usually trots alongside Itty-Bitty, staying attentive to my high-pitched cue “treat.” But one day, he sniffed his own path and wandered out of sight from Itty. When the two met back up, Preach for

I heard him before I saw him. He emerged from the wilderness like John the Baptist. He had lots to say, and I listened, especially when...

He could barely walk. With his hind legs tucked under his torso, he was literally and figuratively crossing a bridge in an area where...

Today, I took Itty to the vet for a re-check. A few days earlier, I had called to cancel another appointment. Except someone made a...

Something stirred in me when I saw this guy sitting on a no-name road where people dump mattresses and broken appliances. His black coat...

My heart sank as I watched her sprint into our 15-acre woods, disappearing into the dark, thick underbrush. Woodsy first arrived at our...