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…

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…

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…

El Camino

Not much interested in bucket lists. It is enough to live right among family and friends, it is enough.  I have little girls who fill my days with coils of silly giggles falling around them as they play in myriad imaginative ways when reunited after school.  I have a puppy who needs walks and a…

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…

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…

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…