I’ve been privileged to know many lovely people in my young and not-so-young life. Alberta who loved us thoroughly and for whom I cried bitterly when we moved back to Germany my first time. Grandmas, grandpas, aunties and cousins. Teachers. I almost could be persuaded to believe in God again just because of the enduring … More Be who you needed when you were younger
I have long been up this morning in the quiet tiny apartment, this place of refuge where I landed after limping back to Kansas. #1 son generously called it the Hobbit House for its diminutive size and coziness. I’ll always be grateful for the sweetness of that name. The kids saw home where I saw … More Starting Again: a travelogue to encourage people who are beginning again…again
This year is already different. In winter’s bitter cold and having Izzy nearby to woof at phantoms only she can hear, a change within the Hobbit House has occurred. Instead of resolving to get better at this and do better at that and be brilliant and wave my hanky at the capricious universe, I am … More Making friends with myself
It begins today. Each year of late, I’ve approached the new year with a word or idea to orient my thoughts and actions over the coming 365 days. Last year’s “Voyage of Discovery” proved on point: I began a graduate degree in January, new work in February, learned I was losing my vision last summer…then … More Build.
As Izzy and I tromped through the mist of a quieter Manhattan, Mariah Carey’s voice jingled in my thoughts, “All I want for Christmas…” And it got me thinking. What do I really want when people are hungry, lonely and weary – worried about their family’s future? Thanks to Izzy and her dash for a … More All I want for Christmas
It finally rained last night. All of the star-obscuring clouds we cursed in the dark became the first rain we have had in a while. The world outside is refreshed. It smells wonderful and Izzy and I heard birds singing on our morning trot about town as if it were spring. Last night we looked … More Party lights on the prairie
It is finished. After wigging out, dragging my feet and hoping for other variables to magically make this decision easier, I have just submitted my insurance elections for the next year. Something I’ve been avoiding thinking about for days…weeks, at least. Fretting about it? Worrying? Freaking out about getting it wrong? Check. Check. Check. Finally, I … More Not yet, but I have the tools to find out.
I like words. I love the way their syllables and sounds roll and tumble over my teeth like cool water in a stream though sometimes they blast – more unwelcome explosion than gentle refreshing. I like quiet. And sometimes quiet is the only appropriate response. Maybe a walk or shared wine. a note. an awkward … More When words don’t cut it.
While traveling home between two small Flint Hills towns Sunday evening, the car in front of me hit a deer. I saw it twist and turn as I swerved to miss it. I saw it twist and turn in pain. After stopping to make sure all of the humans involved were okay, Izzy and I … More A letter to my kids
It’s been a hell of a week. That seems to be a too constant refrain. We are world-weary before we even leave Elementary School these days. We look for trustworthy places to rest and people to love and play with on the playground. We look for best friends. And as much as we are the … More Dear weary ones