All in living

Call Me

Not really sure how it happened, but somehow during my time at Scrap Girls, I was branded a troublemaker. In her role as Art Director, Valerie Randall was in charge of notifying me of my...

Goodbye

Goodbyes are tricky things. Adios amigos. Happy trials. So long. Farewell. Until we meet again. They get even trickier when the goodbye is forever. I never had the chance to say “goodbye” to my dear...

Crying Out Loud

By nature, I am a private person and have a hard time baring my wounds—real and imagined—to the world. Since July 2013, I’ve been in virtual hiding, and with few exceptions, choosing to leave the...

On Growing

A few steps beyond my backdoor, a large and prosperous vegetable garden would give one the impression I’m a fantastic gardener. Don’t be fooled by the abundance. I. am. a. plant. killer...

Imagine

Running a website is more than posting clever words and a pretty picture. There’s SEO and opt-ins and keywords. Besides solving a problem, your blog needs to be Google-licious and to be monetized and to...

Call me Mercury

I was not born to run. Walking has always been my thing: Give me some tunes, good shoes, and I can walk forever. Gorgeous backdrop preferred, not required. When I decided to step up my game...

Next Chapter

Consider this a work in progress. My life, that is. One window closes and another opens. And I’m ready to climb through. Change is not always easy, but facing challenging situations, and...

On the lamb

Recently, I’ve found myself doing something I never imagined—stalking lambs. Turns out the cute creatures are camera shy and I have an itchy trigger finger. A few days ago, my husband ran...

Farm Frame

It is all Trish’s fault. I was sitting there minding my own business as we drove the back roads, through one of Washington’s peninsulas, towards a cute little town for a day of shopping. Okay: I did have my camera...

Almost, Not Quite

Don’t adjust your monitor. No you aren’t imaging things: The photos are blurry. My oldest daughter visited us several months ago. As usual, I took photos of her and her sister. It almost made me sick...

Ready for My Close-up

I forgot to read the rule book. Seems you are supposed to go to tourist spots—such as Alcatraz—to ooh and aah over the historical features. I tend to twist around, lean over, and bend into awkward...

Happy Afternoon

Our daughter snagged herself a pair of degrees a couple of weeks ago, and we, of course, are appropriately proud. As a fitting tribute, I’ve considered erecting a statue to memorialize the occasion...

The Ultimate Fan

I have tickets to a sold out show. For five years, I’ve been *patiently* waiting for this day to come. And there have been countless hours, quite a bit of grey matter, and one determined young woman...