Merry merry. It is Christmas Day here in the Flint Hills of Kansas. After the big snow of a few weeks ago, Kansas has volleyed back with 53 degrees at 9:30 a.m. December 25. Izzy and I are thrilled (despite the photo). Soon, we’ll meet up with friends to climb nearby Mt. Mitchell and bark … More The most wonderful time
How are you? Are you busy? Racing from work to kids’ practices and afternoon meetings? Are you up early each day and slow down late at night? Juggling this and that? Working hard to study up, work off, pay off that bill and prepare the kids to rock their world? How’s it going? I spent … More Un-muddying the water
We are at that time of year in bread-baking-oven Kansas when it is easy to wonder if the rain will ever come again. The dust kicks up Heat melts the pen and Burt’s Bees in the car console Windowbox blooms are crispy despite their daily drink It begins to feel a little like A Streetcar … More Finally rain.
The wedding was this weekend. Family and pals gathered in the backyard of long-loved friends to celebrate. It was simple. Elegant. There were s’mores. Months of planning, minutes of switching gears, moments of panic and joy filled these short days. So many kindnesses. The dog with the very noble maw patiently waited for us to finally understand … More “So much good thing”
You’ve read about the wildfires in Kansas and Oklahoma which left scorches upon the earth so vast they are visible from space. Last night, the fires drew closer to home and smoke filled the Hobbit House. My eyes filled with smoke then tears. I was one of the lucky ones. One cycle around the sun is … More When all is lost
You’ve read the news lately. Dishonesty, deceit, double-standards, triple-standards, and great wariness from one person to another. It can be discouraging to be human. Weltschmerz pays its rent in our mortal hearts. What can we do? This weekend, I felt the world melting under white hot anger of people who want what they want right now regardless of … More Weltschmerz & DerringDo
Last night, I watched a friend move from fear to derring-do. She, having birthed a trio of digital natives, was treading into uncertain computer territory. A file she’d relied on for her business got biffed up and needed rebuilding. She really wanted me to fix it, but she clearly wished to know how to fix it herself. Being … More When we learn
