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The day I walked down the aisle to get married, the only thing I really knew was that I was cannonballing into an experience that was just unknowable.  Sally Forth, I was done with just being me. The things I knew about my husband were basic, he is easy going, he is intelligent, he has…

Missing Ecuador

Como la tierra a la lluvia Como el mar espera al rio Así espero tu regreso A la tierra del olvido … Esta cancion fue muy popular cuando estaba en Ecuador, la canto en mi miente, y pienso en regresar a este lugar que me despertaron a mi  tantas cosas

Worlds apart

it is good to hear the tale of someone who has met success by being inspired and following through.  -David Adamshick The fluorescent lights always buzzed. Sometimes, after being there for a long time, I wore them like a heavy coat I couldn’t wait to take off at home. The plastic seat with the writing…

Walking with a 2-year old

She whose name means “wild, natural and beautiful” in this red poncho picture soaked her clothes with a sneaker wave at Pacific City, and like a true champion, rode home in her underpants without a complaint. My youngest daughter is 2 and a half.  I get several quality hours with just her a couple times…

Turning older: The funny walk stress relief technique

Lately I have been thinking, mentally preparing to turn 40.  It’s not a very big deal, but for the first time I feel compelled to acts of physical prowess just because.  Which means I am sure to hurt myself very soon. In the course of a lifetime, people mostly learn how to deal with things…

A new kind of preschool

In round about the end of 2009,  our tidy little finances came smashing all apart. It didn’t take much, adjusting to less income, a minor catastrophe, unexpected large expenses, adjustments and other things that are part of life, still husband and I  looked at our decimated pocketbook. Post car purchase, post minor home mess, we…

The Grand Tetons

  Have gotten a little less grand. They will no longer bear the burden of providing life giving sustenance to the vulnerable, weak and beautiful.  They can put away the trappings of the season of provision and utility and rest low, low, er….  They are liberated to the mundane, no longer having an important role. …

Mama fatigue

  When I was a kid, one of the scariest things my mom would do is leave without clear intent or destination.  She did it seldom, once, maybe twice, but one always knew when it was happening because she said she was going to Texas. We knew no one in Texas.  Thus is the sense…

Set to pop.

I haven’t posted in awhile because none of my thoughts have really had enough substance to spend time proofreading. And if you ask J, he can confirm that mostly what I am doing is as little as possible, while still managing some baseline level of productivity. What’s wrong with me? I am 39 weeks pregnant,…

Stepmom (for a few weeks) and high school reunions.

I am a stepmom for about 3 weeks of the year. Is it strange? Well of course. How can I pretend to be anything more than a prosthetic of something these kids already have? But for 3 weeks of the year, they leave the Wyoming RV park they call home and they come to the…

home sick.

The end of the school year. It changes the dynamic of everything just enough. We went to the beach for Memorial Day, and I came home with quite the cold. So I am home, posting at 3:30 pm. And I am seeing the dust that has collected in this house after 9 months of 2…

What me worry?

Back when I was young, carefree in college, I worried about things like making rent, making grades, making it to work on time. I didn’t create things to worry about, like what would happen if… And the quality of worry was that I could more or less control these things, so it compelled me to…