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Sunday, November 29th, 2020

"I realized today that I'm just burned out," I said to the Guy on the phone one evening. "I'm writing, but it's not going anywhere. I can't find the thread, and I don't know what I want to work on."

"Do you want a suggestion?" Right there is one of many reasons I love him: he's thoughtful enough to ask before offering his opinions. I'm working on getting better at that.

"Yes." 

Sunday, November 15th, 2020

From the pile of books and manuscripts to review on my desk, here are three fascinating ones--passion projects all. If you're looking for gift ideas, any of these would appeal to readers. (Full disclosure, I contributed writing to one of these; the other two are by writers who took workshops from me.) 

Sunday, October 25th, 2020

Before Badger, the Guy's Vizsla, lies down on his heated mat on the couch to snooze away the time between walks and other outings, he always turns around two or three times, ruffles up his blanket, and then settles in with a big sigh. He's customizing his spot to suit him.

(And that canine remodeling is why my beautiful blue leather couch wears a sturdy gray dog cover when Badger is in residence. As for the heated mat, Badger is almost thirteen--he's earned his perks.)

Sunday, September 20th, 2020

At the end of our summer work in Wyoming, the Guy gave me what may rank as the best birthday present ever: a pack trip into the Washakie Wilderness, part of my old fieldwork area in the Absaroka Range southeast of Yellowstone National Park. Just the two of us, his four horses (two for riding, two for packing), and a stretch of glorious days away from cell phones, internet, news, and other humans. (We did see three other people on our last night as they rode by our camp.)

Sunday, June 21st, 2020

When I was a young child, perhaps four or five years old, I spent hours playing with the water from the hose that soaked my mother's flower beds, using a trowel to draw channels in the soil to direct the water to particular plants, and shaping earthen dams to capture the flow. Once when my grandparents came for a visit from their faraway home in Florida, my engineer granddad watched me play, and then bent his tall form to my level.

Tuesday, May 5th, 2020

One of the ways I'm staying sane through the coronavirus pandemic is focusing on house renovation, chipping away at my punch list of what needs to be done to make Casa Alegria sustainable and ready for its next three decades of life.  

Sunday, April 5th, 2020

I've been a widow for eight-and-a-half years. I midwifed the deaths of my husband and my mom in the same year, so I have experience living with loneliness and grief. But I can say honestly that I've never experienced the kind of lows of the past week. I felt the darkness coming beforehand--I'm intuitive--and often, I get some sense of what's coming my way. Sometimes I can use that wordless warning to prepare myself. Sometimes not. This time, I wasn't successful.

Sunday, March 29th, 2020

When I first read the CDC guidelines about who is at highest risk for severe illness with Coronavirus Disease (COVID-19), I admit to feeling both scared and pissed off. In fact, I am pretty sure I uttered a short and pithy phrase I won't repeat on this blog. (Suffice to say that it contained several four-letter words, and none of them were "love.")

Thursday, February 27th, 2020