Bobby's story becomes a reminder that the document’s power isn’t in perfection but in its claim that equality and goodness are worth pursuing, even when the world feels unsteady.

It may not be every morning, but on a semi-routine basis, my day begins with a little pep talk. Some days it’s simply a little note to myself in my head that prods me to just stand up, walk out the door and start the morning chores. On other days, it’s more of a stern talking-to or even a desperate plea to my guardian angels.

The skies were clear as the sun flirted with the idea of peeking over the mountains to the east. Despite the cool of the early spring morning, it promised to be a beautiful day.

Grandpa races the clock and the open road to make a grandson’s birthday in Idaho Falls.

I’m not really one whom you’d call a first adopter, especially when it comes to the newest, latest, greatest, fanciest piece of technological equipment.

Abby’s thoughts on our work seemed to have taken a softer, more empathetic tone than her initial attitude had portrayed. “There’s not much you can’t fix with baling twine and a prayer,” she quipped. Since my fences and my life are often held together by those two very indispensable ingredients, I could only smile and agree.