Summer Words

Every now and then I notice someone has looked at my website. They probably wonder where the words are. I do too.   I was almost done with the first draft of an autobiography when COVID-19 hit in March 2020. Plans to go to my daughter’s bridal shower came to a shrieking halt. So did…

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The Garden Gate

  Part One: Tarot card of the day Oh how I love stone walls and garden gates! This beautiful image comes from The Herbcrafter’s Tarot. It’s written by Latisha Guthrie and the artwork is created by Joanna Powell Colbert. I’m proud to call these two wise women my friends. It’s been my honor to circle…

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Home is…

Home is memories of meals, holidays, celebrations. Home is feelings of belonging and estrangement. Home is not always where the heart is, nor is it where one lives. There was a brick house with faded white paint on Edgewood Terrace that used to be my home. I can’t remember the color of the window shutters…

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Rediscovering what was

Before adulting was a word, before internet and cell phones, I lived in Idaho. First, I left Virginia on a one way plane ticket sent with love and expectations. Then, I remained after our divorce with no house and no wheels. Living alone for the first time, with $500 in hand, I went car shopping.…

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Dawn – to become day

I was half asleep when I took this image at 6:10 a.m. I forgot I took it until I checked my photo library for something else. It got me wondering, how much of my life do I go through semi-conscious? It’s all too easy to get into a routine and forget to pay attention.  …

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Autumn in Spring

Where do I begin?   Start at the beginning? I don’t want to.   Start where you are. Except that if I start where I am here today by the time you, the reader, see this, I will be farther into the future.   Start future writing? I’m reading the book I wrote and thinking…

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Big Questions

We’re all starting to realize, this space, this internet space? It’s real! You’re real. I’m a real fucking person.  This is the real world. And we need to be real people in it. ~ Tracey Anne Duncan, Strategic Storytelling   “Who am I? Why am I here? What am I going to do?” are the questions…

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Mountain Mama Redux

My first blog, Many Rivers To Cross, started out as a travel blog and eventually morphed into a nature blog. I was so afraid of being online that I used mountain mama for my identity. Eventually I became more comfortable and open about who I am. What you see is what you get now, both online…

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Your everlasting summer, you can see it fading fast

  Are you reelin’ in the years Stowin’ away the time ~ Steely Dan   Recently, Anne Lamott wrote a post on turning 61. She says her “inside self doesn’t have an age.” I don’t think mine does either but I sure have a lot of memories, some are more clear than others. Anyway, I…

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Have I Ovary-Acted?

  Turns out I have a love-hate relationship with my ovaries. I love that I was able to get pregnant and bring two amazing, smart and beautiful daughters into the world. There have been times, though, that I haven’t felt the hormonal love.   ***My heart goes out to those of you who have had fertility…

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