I began blogging eight years ago, this very month. My original purpose was to practice writing. My ultimate goal was a book about the years we lived in Alaska. I also wanted to be an encouraging presence... to share my love for God, family, country and maybe even generate a laugh now and then. Pretty …
"Honey, I can't stop moving cause I might not get going again", my grandpa often said. I thought he was talking about going for a walk, or wrangling horses, or making hot dog and parmesan cheese tacos. Turns out his observation applies to much, much more... Like writing words on paper... which sounds kind of wimpy compared to what he used …
I became intrigued with the blogging world about three years ago and began to follow several. By e-reader or email, these blogs faithfully showed up. For awhile. Then some tapered off so I’d need to remind myself what it was I liked about them in the first place. And then the day came when I’d open my email …
The smoke from my neighbor’s chimney, fog laying still on the trees, the sun trying to poke thru… draws me outside in the early morning. Without a word, the gophers have said the lawn is theirs... we've lost the battle for this season anyway. And the fog... it feels like a blanket. The sun is saying, “hey! get up! …
Day Thirteen I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to write a blog post every day for 31 days… to join a bunch of bloggers I don’t even know… and write? One post missed already. Missing a few more won’t matter. Don't think I can keep up with them... It’s amazing how …
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SCROLL DOWN TO FIND ALL 31 DAY POSTS A funny thing happened to me on the way to the "honored guests" dinner menu... ...and some things not so funny, and some things kind of sweet, and some things I'm still trying to figure out. Please join me October 1st as I post each day of the month about Aging Grace... a …
someday.... when I grow up I'll never get married or have kids and I will travel all over and do things and meet people and write great stories - yea, I'm going to be a writer... someday... when my sons are grown I'll have time to write about the places we've lived and people we've met and the things we …
Twice I circled the arrival lanes at Anchorage Airport. No husband. He had called two hours earlier, and I must say, after nine weeks it was about time. The kids and I scrambled into the old Chevy suburban and trekked to town... 45 minutes on a good day... one hour on a bad. Today it was very …
My Five Minute Friday is late.... Saturday will have to do. The one word prompt: LOUD no-o-o-o-o, why didn't he turn his alarm off - this isn't a work day.. oh man.. forgot to call in her prescription... need to shop.. nothing for dinner... we'll be gone all day... do not stretch that way you'll get …
I've had a problem getting words on paper lately. It's been a problem for a while actually... started last October when my life changed so dramatically. My bossy inner critic keeps telling me I have nothing to say - to just keep quiet. The word police have arrested me.... "you can't say that". So in the effort to push …
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