“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” — Zora Neale Hurston For me, 2018 has been a year that asked a lot of questions. My husband Curt and I changed jobs, moved across the country, lost his father to a stroke and said goodbye to two beloved pets. We joke that theContinue reading “2018: A year of questions”
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Walking the same path day by day
Every morning, I rise and walk my lab Shadow to the path that lies just behind the houses across the street. It takes me through golden fields and past oak trees, passing by the dark brambles of blueberry bushes and a floor of acorns. As we walk, my feet carve a groove in the landscape.Continue reading “Walking the same path day by day”
The mountain’s perspective
The mountains offer not only comfort, but also perspective on the never-ending cycle of life and death.
Saying goodbye to Cedar Key
I am terrestrial creature. I have spent much of my life walking, hiking and biking across the land. I like to move under my own power, using my body to propel myself through the wilderness. So when my husband Curt bought a boat, I had my hesitations. I’m not particularly mechanically inclined, and in theContinue reading “Saying goodbye to Cedar Key”
The open road
In a few short days, we will jump in our Toyota Tacoma with our dog Shadow and drive about 3,000 miles through 13 states to move from Gainesville, Florida, to West Sacramento, California. The trip will take us about six days. We’ll be traveling through Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Arkansas, Missouri, Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah,Continue reading “The open road”
A moving story
When you move, you shed things. Furniture, clothes, dishes, weight. Knick-knacks you’ve kept but don’t remember why. That souvenir that seemed so important at the time, but you haven’t looked at since. Books you have read and know you will never read again. When you move, you find things. Old report cards. Fourth grade artContinue reading “A moving story”
Portrait of a cat as an old lady
My cat Tidbit is 16, the equivalent of 84 in people years. She’s a tuxedo cat, with fluffy black and white fur. Her back legs and front paws are white and the color stops so precisely that she looks like she’s been dipped in paint. She has white all the way from her chin downContinue reading “Portrait of a cat as an old lady”
The Mountains, one step at a time
Originally posted on Things I've Learned Along The Way:
I just turned 50, which is the same age my mother was when my father died. I also had a total hip replacement in December of 2013. These events, coupled with my own near-death experience as a child, have taught me that life is fleeting,…
Saying goodbye
We had to say goodbye to our 14-year-old cat Morceau today. It came as rather a shock, as last week he was skittering around the kitchen like a kitten. But death can come like this, suddenly and without warning I knew our cat Morceau before he was even born. In January of 2004, my sonContinue reading “Saying goodbye”
Open book
We see the man daily on our walk. He holds the leashes in his right hand, two black dogs walking close beside him. In his left hand, he holds a book, his head bent over the pages. As we pass by, I wonder. Does the book contain the scent of jasmine? In its pages doesContinue reading “Open book”
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