Along the way | Glorify the good

Life is transient; it changes in depth and architecture with every passing day. Through those changes, we find sanctuary in the restoration of our souls as we move through the fluctuating emotions of living while searching for the sacred in the calligraphy of connection.

The mask By Bob Simmons

Continuing with my report to you of my recent travels to New Zealand, let's focus on the flights to and from the land of the kiwi.First, some back story; years ago, I decided that the only way I would ever agree to fly was to do so in first class.

Another deer hunting story, part 3 By Mike Alan Steinfeldt

As I left off last week, I was just about to bag the first deer of my hunting career, or so I thought.It was the fall of 1986, and I was hunting with some college buddies not far from Ely, Minnesota.

Letter from the Editor

Thanksgiving, and the holiday season in general, can stir up a mix of emotions. For many, it’s a time filled with long-standing traditions and family gatherings. For others, it’s quieter, different, or even a little bittersweet. I fall somewhere in the middle.

Letter from the Editor

I started the week not quite sure we would have enough content to fill the paper (it’s honestly always a worry of mine.) By Monday afternoon, we were overflowing with content, which always makes my heart happy, especially when it is happy content.

Another deer hunting story, part 2 By Mike Alan Steinfeldt

As I was telling you last week, my first deer hunting adventure with a gun came in the fall of 1986 when I was 25 years old and attending college in Ely, Minnesota. All of the guys I was hunting with were younger than me, around 19 and 20. I had never owned a rifle before, only a shotgun.

Letter from the Publisher

We have only one week to turkey!Are you ready? It certainly doesn’t feel like Thanksgiving time yet.With no snow on the ground and only having to wear a light jacket it feels more like early fall. The calendar says otherwise, so it’s time to get out the stretchy pants and turkey baster, I guess.

Letter from the Editor

As the deer season rifle opener came, so did the snow flurries.While I’m not a hunter, I can appreciate the skill, time, and dedication that go into hunting.For some, it’s an adrenaline rush. For others, it’s a bonding experience.

Another deer hunting story By Mike Alan Steinfeldt

The other morning, when I first left the house to go to work, a dusting of snow covered the ground. A cold wind blew from the north-northwest.There was a chill in the air.My thoughts drifted back to a time when all I could think about this time of the year was deer hunting.

Klaus the kiwi killer By Bob Simmons

During my October radio convention in New Zealand, my broadcaster buddies and I made the most of our spare time by exploring as much of this island paradise as humanly possible.The official bird of New Zealand is the kiwi.