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An Update of Sorts
Just a short update on the chaos.
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Shh. It’s a Rebuilding Year
After a summer of crushing lows, I am facing the darker seasons at a deficit. That pesky storm cloud hovers, coloring everything I do. It’s hard to remain optimistic when the universe keeps flipping you the bird.
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Chumbawamba Summer (I get knocked down…)
As we approach Labor Day, I am glad to be rid of this summer. It’s been a doozy. It started out beautifully–perfect temps, sunny days, no bugs (which to horse people is a blessing), and a ton of projects and hope. Nothing lasts forever. The temps went crazy like a terrier in a room full…
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A Magical Island in the Middle of the Ocean
*This is my love letter to an island sorely in need. Maui has been ravaged by storms and fire. There are links below on how to help from afar. Once upon an age ago, an eight-year-old girl was put on an airplane– the first of three–and sent on a journey across the country and halfway…
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How Was Your Week?
Holiday weekend? Not in my world. Tractors and colds and dogs barking all night. Oh my. All one can do is laugh at the misery.
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The Pain of Rejection
During a lull in the Independence Day festivities last night, I checked my email. Not my finest idea, but I have a slight obsession with keeping that little icon clear of a number. I don’t know why I am like this, but I am. To the soundtrack of fireworks, I saw a query reply. Opening…
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Bandwidth
My bandwidth these days is pretty limited. Is it the collective subconscious of the world? My own brain chemistry? Karma (the bitch who seems to hate me lately)? Here’s an example:
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Father’s Day without my Dad
I should be used to it by now. After all, my father passed away peacefully on an August afternoon 30 years ago. My sister and I had been in Texas for over a week. Our mom was upset that we’d come, thinking it was the end. She might have been tough, but she didn’t want…
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Adjusting Dreams
It’s been a busy month, to say the least. I had a stint filling in at a vet clinic, then helping friends in their barn. I am the vacation stand in, which I love. It offers the chance to do something different with my day and be with some truly lovely people. All that activity…
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Navel-Gazing the Issue of My Mother
I had a complicated relationship with my mother. Was she bi-polar or just depressed? Being that she was firmly raised in the suck-it-up-and-keep-up-appearances generation, I don’t think she was even aware of her moods- they were something to be ignored or wrestled into oblivion. My mother could be my best friend or worst enemy, usually…