I haven’t done a lot of writing lately, not because I don’t have anything to say or because I’m not thinking deeply about what this unprecedented Pandemic is bringing to the surface in my life.
It’s just that every time I sit down to pen some thoughts, I sense that there is so much that has already been stated and so I don’t want to repeat what many others are already realizing.
Read MoreI fell asleep at 7:30 p.m. on a Saturday night. My husband and two boys were away on a weekend hunting trip and I’m guessing my early retirement was in some way inspired by the cooler temperatures outside, encouraging me to settle in bed under a warm blanket.
Read MoreIt was early in the day and a brisk forty degrees when we began our descent into the Grand Canyon. In preparation for a full morning of hiking on the Bright Angel Trail, the four of us laced up our boots and bundled up.
Read MoreHe lifted the plastic wrap from a plate that held a single piece of cake. The chocolate icing had melted underneath and it was pulling away as he lifted it. He responded by gently touching each side, one side at a time, peeling back the corners until the entire piece of cake was uncovered perfectly intact.
Read More“If you catch this ball I will give you one hundred dollars” my husband shouted to our youngest son. He blasted the football as high as he could, straight up in the air and quickly moved his body backwards getting out of the way.
Read MoreI remember the first couch my husband and I ever bought when we first got married. It was floral print, mauves and greens. It was our first attempt to create a home that was comfortable and uniquely ours. We were so proud of that couch and to have a space that we could call our own.
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