Brothers practice-casting into the dirt–We need to be ready for our trip to the ponds! I’ve done a lot of absurd things in my span of...

Sometimes a decaying automobile in the backyard represents hope, not decay. My father and my Grandpa Stanley shared a vision of vehicular...

There are more stories I wanted to include in  Dryland Lament , but simply could not. Now I have another chance to start telling those...

Last night, we heard a recently-completed hymn…. Almost Home . The writers, Matt Papa and Matt Boswell, explained their motivation to...

“The last line of a song by John Mark McMillan is “spread me on the road.” (I urge you to listen at the link below.) My grandmother...

No matter how much rain in a given year, browns eventually drive away the greens. Late summer brings a tan hue to the buffalo grass...

Well, it wouldn’t be a social media site without a picture of a candle, so perhaps I’m getting this out of the way early. This candle and...

Excessive enthusiasm and mayhem marked my first encounter with Luther—the dog, not the theologian. One cold December morning, my father...

In the year 1970, the John Deere Model 5020 tractor was a significant piece of machinery. I know because my father and grandfather made...

You’ve likely heard the saying, “This isn’t my first rodeo,” implying, “Thanks, but I know what I’m doing.” Well,  Dryland Lament  was...

My name is  Peter R. Sandberg,  author of  Dryland Lament . I’m so happy to have you as a visitor to my blog about my new book. This...