Explore. It's my one-word theme for 2019. When I heard on Gretchen Rubin's podcast, Happier, that she and her sister choose a one-word theme for the year every year, I didn't think I could do it. How could I choose one word out of all the possibilities across several languages? I'm a word NERD. I... Continue Reading →
"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 the... Continue Reading →
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 →
The mountains offer not only comfort, but also perspective on the never-ending cycle of life and death.
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 the... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 art... Continue Reading →
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 down... Continue Reading →
A year ago today, I began a journey in the mountains, and a few weeks later, I began this blog. This was one of my first posts and it continues to ring true.
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, and it’s important to spend time doing the things that matter to you when you can.
Since my son and I have always loved backpacking, I proposed a journey: We would spend 11 days hiking in the high mountains surrounding Mont Blanc in France, Italy and Switzerland. The circuit, if we could complete it, would take 108 miles of walking and more than 30,000 feet of elevation gain and loss, and we would carry all of our necessities save breakfasts and dinners.
We knew it would be a stretch. I had hiked since my total hip replacement surgery in 2013, with a pack and without…
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