It's all one life
My second adventure requiring a passport was a week-long trip to Ireland. Three days in Dublin, and then off to Killarney (where it’s Christmas–IFYKYK) as home base for a few more days of exploring. My travelling companion was collecting World Heritage sites, so we booked a trip to Skellig Michael and kept an eye on […]
We are dog people. We don’t just have dogs, they have us, too. Since I can remember, we’ve always had two German Shepherds: one male and one female. Their job is homeland security–and they know every inch of their property. There is always one Watch Dog and one Guard Dog per pair, each with their […]
The spring I completed my graduate degree, I celebrated by getting my motorcycle endorsement and buying a motorcycle: a 600 Honda Shadow. I spent that summer prowling all the back roads as far as 2 gallons would take me from the last gas station. The following year I was adopted into a local Goldwing group; […]
Same: resembling in every relevant respect corresponding so closely as to be indistinguishable As long as I can remember, the entry into summer has had a predictable rhythm. It rains. Like a lot. Wet Dog Season gets old. Really old. Finally, spring decides to leave, dripping all over the floor on its way out. […]
Pollyanna. A hard-wired optimist. Instinctively looking for the good, the unique, the opportunity in every situation. Ninety-eightpercentofthetime, this is me. Finding the proverbial silver lining. It’s that blasted 2% … often triggered by crap self-care during periods of extreme stress … waking up to the stark dark of night, in the silent hours when manic melancholy seeps […]
Sometimes it’s easy to mark the end of one thing and the beginning of another. Like winter in Alaska. Other seasons seem to last forever. Like baseball. “There’s an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on earth: a right time to plant and another to reap…” Ecc 3:1 MSG There’s a […]
I grew up a farm kid. Not major acreage–just a small hobby farm–but enough for cows and hay. As long as I can remember, we mowed and raked, and then hired out the baling. (For the record, a baler is a very fussy piece of equipment. Very fussy.) When I say “we” mowed and raked, […]
