• I Remembered

    I Remembered

    I was meditating in my back yard, listening to the symphony of cardinals, wrens, and doves, supported by the percussion of frogs and cicadas. I was lost in the pleasure of the sounds of nature and the beating of my own heart, when I heard, “Write about the retreat”. I don’t generally respond well to…

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  • A Good Life

    A Good Life

    I started seeing a therapist. At my second appointment, I talked to her about my fear of death and dying – the afterlife – God – hell – anxiety about every little physical twinge – my inner hypochondriac that tells me that the symptom I’m feeling will probably snowball into a terminal condition or drop…

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  • Easy Like Sunday Morning

    My Sunday morning started with a cup of hot coffee, listening to the rain and the “Easy Like Sunday Morning” playlist on Spotify. There is no alarm clock on Sunday morning any more. I wake up when I want, lingering in bed so I can listen to the birds outside my window. The coffee is…

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  • Change and Move Forward

    Change and Move Forward

    I ran a lot today. I ran 21.3 miles. I ran for 3 hours and then walked with a purpose for 3 hours. It was hard. I did it for a timed event called the Virtual Pandemic Race Series sponsored by Human Potential Running.  You chose your time – 6, 12 or 24 hours.  I…

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  • What The Hell Just Happened

    Let’s play catch up.  It’s been a hot minute since I’ve last published anything. It’s been two years – TWO years – and there have been a few changes. I’m a grandma We quit our jobs in Nevada We moved to Juneau, Alaska I left the mining industry and work for a brewery There’s a…

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  • Grandpa

    Grandpa

    This is Grandpa’s story. His name was Wayne – the same as my husband – so try not to get confused – but we called him Grandpa. He was my Wayne’s stepdad.   He and my mother-in-law, Shirley,  got married a few years after Wayne and I married, and he is the best thing that ever…

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  • I’ve Missed You, Too

    I’ve Missed You, Too

    Writing is a lot like running – when you haven’t done it for awhile because life gets busy, you make excuses or just get lazy, and then when you get back out there on the road, or on the laptop, it feels so good and you wonder why you stayed away so long.  I have…

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