The mid-August morning was exquisite. The mountains were clear, the dawn’s early light creating subtle red on the horizon. I had just put...

A Memory of My Brother’s Memoir, by Chris Rubel Micheal Rubel, my younger brother by seven years, died in October of 2007. I miss him!...

It took courage! In a room with three-hundred women and only forty men, this particular weekend seminar was not to be undertaken by wimpy...

The Feast of The Epiphany, 1993 He sat slumped in his old leather chair. He was exhausted. The heaviness of his Time on earth gave his...