Survive and Advance

The morning dawns with a sense of sadness. The alarm sounds with a shrill reminder that there are numerous things that have to happen within the next hour to make the day go. There is a quiet emptiness to the house as I pad to the kitchen to start the coffee, turn on the news, […]

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Untethered

Home is a transient term.  I’ll be home for Christmas?  What does that mean?  I have had several conversations about coming home for Christmas – where is home? I’ve moved so much in my life – several states, numerous communities, multiple careers, but always have had an anchor or base from which I spun away […]

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Lessons from the Forest

It’s been three months since we packed up all our earthly belongings and moved out to the Tree House in the Forest.  Life is very different here.  The adjustment to anything new is challenging, but I feel like we have made the shift fairly well.  Arden is doing so well at her new school and […]

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That Time I Almost Died

Technology is a lovely thing; until it isn’t.  Here is the story of how I almost died on my first day in the forest. It has been a month since we moved from the woods to the forest. I documented my moving adventure on social media, so I won’t rehash that here.  If you are […]

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The Ballad of the Sleepless Reader

Almost asleep. Right on the cusp. Perhaps the most vulnerable a human is during any given day. A sense of floating, where sound can be heard but barely understood. In this moment of near unconsciousness the merest of noises, lights, shifts of atmosphere can jerk one from a restful night’s sleep to a nightmare filled […]

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A Dozen Donuts on the Side of the Road

The other day I was driving down the street in Springfield, trying to get somewhere quickly because I had approximately 30 minutes to get over an hour’s worth of things done.  It seems these days I spend a lot of time trying to cram as much as I possibly can into the couple of days […]

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Is it really MY story?

It’s your story and you get to tell it. I’ve ruminated on this statement all week. I think I fear the act of writing because of a fear of offending or hurting those in my life who are a part of my story. I listen to a lot of podcasts and heard one this week […]

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