I scribble about fumbling through these middle years of my life and about what makes my heart sing.
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I write because it’s what comes naturally for me. It’s how I process things, how I figure things out and how I savour experiences that I never want to lose.
I hope something here makes you smile – or maybe think about something differently.
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Sometimes lines that take the shape of a poem is a better expression. I can’t quite call these poetry yet, but it’s a work in progress.
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How much further can I go?
My journey home from Torrey UT in the Spring was 1200 miles and would take 18 hours for someone who would drive straight through. I need 100 stops – at least! – not just for the bathroom, but for some fresh air and a little bit of movement so I can stay alert behind the…
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Books and all they carry between their pages
I have a thing about books! My father was a book man, and as Daddy’s little Princess, I am still strongly influenced by my father who died 42 years ago. He was a book man, and I still have a book thing – reading books and writing books. He was a pen man so I…
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What is time?
After spending a week together for the race, we all went our separate ways. My friends headed home, and I headed over to a campground in Moab where I’d rented a little cabin for the next 6 nights. The cabin was tiny, with not even enough space to unroll my yoga mat. There was a…
