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
I found two wishes stuck in my rosemary plant yesterday. Wishes or cottonwood seeds depending on who identifies the floaty wisps caught in the window box garden. Upon one I placed my love for my children and friends and family – for peace and joy and great love found and nurtured. On the other, I … More Two wishes stuck in the rosemary plant
I’ve always been a fan of the Grimm brothers’ fairy tales and Hans Christian Andersen’s stories. They were like Jiminiy Cricket encouraging me to let my conscience be my guide, to avoid traveling alone, and to be wise when cute boys showed up. Some lessons I learned better than others. No matter how hard I … More Happily ever after
Today is September 11. Truly, a day to live in infamy. When cowards breached the borders. People lost…everything. America was yanked into a global experience where terrorism is not something that happens “over there.” After Oklahoma City reeled from one of our own – our native sons’ – betrayal, we thought we were done with … More Finding what your soul really needs
when i am unsettled everything is in lower caps. the locusts’ song that normally brings joy grates on my last ping-y nerve shame follows me around guilt you shoulda done this you shoulda been more grateful you’re a dork. and I must ask myself What is real? What is true? today the unsettling came. weather … More when i am unsettled
Last night was punctuated by uneasy dreams, tears, and wonderings. What can I do to ease the pain of another? Instead of running, I opened the windows to let the cool fresh air in and abundant allergens and decided the dishes needed more attention than a run. A ballad by the Avett Brothers has been … More Gratitude: a sink of dirty dishes