Yesterday marked our first full week on the road. It's been great. It's also been hard. Much of the time it felt like the steep grade on highway 140 in eastern Oregon. We made it but not without a great deal of sweat and wringing of hands...well, that was mostly me. This first week was … Continue reading the long haul
It was a very good thing to have a place to go that morning. The presidential election had robbed me of sleep but I didn't want to keep looking at the blood bath on social media. Besides, I wanted to see if the real world was still out there. According to news reports, life was … Continue reading the day after… plus a week
It's not rocket science. It's love.
Across the valley yard lights blinked on. They drew me onto the back deck to snap a picture, not an uncommon practice for me. The view never disappoints. It was chilly outside, warm and cozy inside. I'd taken the cornbread out of the oven and soup was simmering on the stove. Stepping outside, I had this irrepressible urge … Continue reading it’s time to come in….
Last Sunday, on my weekly post, I was going to include the fact I'd achieved ROY.G.BIV in my closet. Months earlier I'd complimented my husband on his new-found closet organizing, color coordinating skills. He waved across his shirts and said, "ROYGBIV" (pronounced roy-ga-biv). I'd never heard the term before. red-orange-yellow-green-blue-indigo-violet. Am I the only person on the planet who did not know that … Continue reading My take on rainbows, faith and fear….
A spindly, pot-bound plant caught my eye. It sat in the garden, likely for years, waiting to be planted. It was barely alive. So we prepared the soil, added fertilizer and put its roots down deep. I watered and weeded and waited. For three years. This April its first blossoms appeared. I hoped the plant would … Continue reading Snow Balls in April
I fell big time for one of those videos that floats around Facebook. A little boy and a little girl stand on a ledge, or perhaps it's a very high sidewalk. There is a large gap the girl is afraid to cross. Without hesitation the boy straddles the gap, lowers himself down and becomes a human bridge. And in the cutest way … Continue reading How He is a Bridge
Nope. He didn't make me eat that half bag of chocolate candy last night. I did it all on my own. I did it knowing sugar gives me a headache. Knowing I would wake up feeling heavy and lethargic. Knowing I was breaking my own promise. And I didn't even care. Just the day before I walked through … Continue reading The Devil Didn’t Make Me Do It
This boy grew up like most others of his day. He minded his dad and loved his mom. He studied hard, raced his bike on Seattle streets, and really loved his American Flyer train set. He grew up and married his high school sweetheart, worked hard, became a dad and most every Christmas of my growing … Continue reading A Veteran’s Story… short and sweet
I like fog. Maybe because I grew up on the Pacific coast, is why. Rain assaults you, but fog wraps around like a protective layer... it comforts me... it calms me... it reactivates my hair product. I also like to photograph fog. As you might imagine, some shots aren't too exciting. But several mornings ago I got a good … Continue reading Fog and Light and my crabby, morning self