the story

because perhaps i have been here so long, the story can’t be told without the pictures. and because i have been here for so long, there are so, so many pictures. some so old, you may have seen them before. but regardless, they tell the story of lives.  firsts.   and of blessing granted. pictures…

August

August is a beautiful time of the year. The rest of the calendar waits for August. Like honey it arrives so slowly, and lasts never quite long enough… but while August is here the indulgences that might have to be stolen the rest of the year are welcome, right and timely. The ice cream outing…

Graduating.

Traveler, there is no road.

Make the road by going.

By going, you make the way

Playing Candyland.

When a 6-year old calls out to you, “Let’s play Candyland!”, how do you respond? Someone in our house is continually trying to throw Candyland away.  Trying to convince the kids they are “too old for Candyland,”  (whaaat?) Perhaps the most important part of my job these days is saying, “Ok, Candyland, not Uno?” and…

At the Trappist Abbey, my shorty ‘n me

Sunny fall Friday’s are priceless.  When the wind is low, the temperature is not too cold and the leaves are all just the right color.  It is the best time of year for taking pictures, no other time of year has such color and lighting.  I also miss exploring new places desperately, and the opportunities…

No kids

When there are no kids, the dog gets walked. When there are no kids every drawer gets organized. When there are no kids, there are no conversations with the neighbor girl about sitting. When there are no kids, old chores, piles and details scurry from industrious mothers. When there are no kids mom and dad…

Stories from Russia: Easter

The place:  One of 20 some ethnic republics inside of Russia, this one with a history going back to the Khans and Turks.  Chuvashia.  Where even Russian isn’t the first language.  A gentle, quiet people with deep hearts.  I am visiting their schools, traveling with a staunch senior lady who is first in my eyes…

The Year of Living Domestically

I guess I was about 13 or so when the movie “The Year of Living Dangerously” came out.  I watched it and at that point, I pretty much knew what I wanted to do with my life.  I wanted to be a foreign correspondent, a journalist in another country.  Well, since I foolishly believed people…

Going back…

I can’t recall how long ago it was, I realized that I really, really really needed to practice being thankful more in order to… I don’t know, fill in the blank, not be angry (long story), be nicer, be more patient, forgive myself, take time to play with the kids… etc. The usual suspects. And…

These go to 11

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…

Art.

Today my oldest went to camp for the first time.  Coming home was hard for her, but after the evening rolled on with the predictability of meal, conversation, bath, pajamas etc.  all resumed the rhythm. But then, right after the bath part and before the doughnut hole for dessert, a big, slobbery, tail-whomping, tongue-hanging-from-side-of-mouth DOG…

Giving it away

So anyone who has ever walked outside their home may have come across a beggar. And in some places, like here in Oregon, the beggars have learned that perching themselves at freeway exits or near where alot of cars have to stop and then start can be a good place to beg, because people give…