I write, everyday, in my head. The writing is a constant conversation, lamenting on things I listen to on the radio, other’s words I read online, conversations from work, or conversations I had with my
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“The walking of which I speak has nothing in it akin to taking exercise, as it is called, as the sick take medicine at stated hours …but it is itself the enterprise and adventure of
This week brought the end of the school year, for myself as a teacher in 7th grade science, and for my own children. The weeks leading up to it have been full – baseball games,
In winter, there is a time, specifically at sunrise, when the sun has not yet risen above the horizon, and it is as if the sun has arms, made of the most beautiful pinks and
This week marked the 8th month of the beginning of the quarantine here in Maryland. Although things have ebbed and flowed – restaurants were open, then closed, then open only outdoors, then inside but limited
I grew up in Iowa, where a few hundred years ago, tall grass prairie covered 75-80% of the landscape. Now, the land is mostly farms. Hiking into the woods was not an option. Trees, in
Our little bubble, the one we have been living in for 14 weeks, the one where we ventured into public places as little as possible due to the pandemic, the one where we spent more
(Written during late April, 2020) I don’t know exactly when the stay at home order began here in Maryland, I just know when my own school decided to close, 5 weeks and 6 days ago.
I am grateful. We live in central Maryland, on 2.6 acres with woods and a stream which leads to a neighbor’s pond. This week, my kids and I spent hours in the woods each day
Spring officially arrives in 2 days although while out walking earlier today, I noticed an abundance of birds were chirping, the grass was greener today than yesterday, and daffodils were in full bloom. The deer
Since July my home life has been all about packing/unpacking and moving and painting and fixing and sorting and ordering. Moving is exhausting. At the same time we were moving my work life ramped up
When I was a kid, my family and our best friends would head north, to the woods and lakes of Minnesota. For one week, we fished and swam and played and ate and lived outdoors.
Life at our little house in Maryland has returned to normal. My husband came home, took some time off to spend with us and see his family, and is now back at work. School is
“The best journeys in life are those that answer questions you never thought to ask.” Rick Ridgeway, adventurer and mountaineer Over two years ago, my husband lost his job. A common occurrence which I told
This past week has been full of wonderfull-ness and crazy weather. I came home to find this beautiful babe hanging out on my fence. There was a harem of females he was chasing, and a
Sleet was predicted for last Sunday night. So was snow. And rain. In other words, nobody really knew exactly what kind of weather to expect. So when the snow began, my children cheered because snow
Technology is difficult to get away from. And let me clarify here, by technology, I am referring to a small sector which has a big impact on our lives – electronic devices with screens. Some
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I’ve heard, lately, that blogs are dead. Ah, my usual timeliness. Always on the downhill slope of a trend, or so it feels. So why write this at all? For a number of reasons –
I’ve learned, that some days… you can be at the right place, at the right time… to see something miraculous happen in just a few minutes. I hope you experience something miraculous today.
The last weeks of September saw summer crumbling apart with a few days of cool weather; I was ready to make a good batch of chili. We decorated, opened the windows, and let the breeze
Before I went on vacation this summer, I bought a book. I imagined lying on a beach chair, a cool sea breeze blowing my hair while my sunglasses shaded my eyes, book in hand, and
Summertime is always the best of what might be. – Charles Bowden This year, winter didn’t come until Spring had officially begun, going out with a roar of 10 inches of snow. Spring crept in
If I could order up the perfect days, like we do our coffees and our lunches at local cafes, mine would have thin layers of laughter amidst chunks of peaceful moments, bits of sweetness surrounded
I am reading The Nature Principle, by Richard Louv. The subtitle is, Reconnecting with life in a Virtual Age. Fascinating. People, says Louv, who connect with nature, compared to those who don’t, are more creative.
This site has been experiencing some technical difficulties which is why there have not been posts for awhile. Between now and my last post we’ve traveled to Iowa, had a surgery and recovered, had swim
I saw time in Scotland, watched it wash over the hills around me, and pass by, as if a stranger on a sidewalk moving faster than me. Here – in the frantic United States, within
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I take my kids outdoors because that is where I find inspiration and my soul finds peace. My parents did the same, driving us nine hours north of our home to a cabin on Deere
I am going to start a post called Photo Friday, where every Friday I post a photo from the week. This week includes photos from our recent trip to Scotland, a place which was above
Hate is such a strong word but it is true. I hate, or feel an intense and passionate dislike, for flying in an airplane. Because the scientist in me knows how flying works (Bernoulli’s principle)
A very wise woman told me I live with a lot of rules. When I have a few moments, as I did late Saturday afternoon, the voice me inside said, “You should fold the laundry that is
In the darkness, in the hard parts of life, in the moments where our anger or doubt boil over and erupt, it is hard to see the good, it is hard to want to see
The robins are here and it is still January. Their robust orange/red breasts are difficult to miss against the dry, hay colored ground. There is no snow and I watch them peck at the hard
They call to me from the store shelf, crammed together so it is difficult to determine where one plant ends and the next begins, making a purple and pink and green carpet, speckled with yellow.
That is what January feels like to me. Cozy. In my mind, January is full of gray days, cold temperatures, warm sweaters, and soft blankets. It’s my time to put away decorations and de-clutter, to
Coloring, drawing, gluing, cutting. These are everyday occurrences in our house. You can’t totally see it but there is a basket on the table with cups of markers, pencils, glue, and scissors and a big
Oh, my writing. How I’ve missed you, the act of sitting down and crafting sentences, putting specific words in order hoping to make something magical. It’s been three weeks and it feels like years. But
I want to go back, to when I knew, beyond any doubt, that reindeer flew through the sky by the light of a little red nose, to when the most important thing in my day
I do my best writing lying in bed at night, right before sleep. I know, I know, I should set a notebook beside the bed and when these great ideas enter my head, grab the
Lately, I feel like a bird who just flew into a window, dazed and shocked because I didn’t see it coming. Life sometimes happens that way, doesn’t it? Knocks you down and leaves you there.
Intention. One of my absolute favorite words. According to dictionary.com, intention means, “an act or instance of determining mentally upon some action or result.” Did you hear that? DETERMINING. As if you have a say in the results of your life. Ahhh. If this definition
My ten-year old self who wanted to be a wildlife biologist, living in Africa, grew up to be a 20-something college student who had no idea how to pursue that job and frankly, allowed fear
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Nine months ago I began working from home, my office window looking out onto my front yard. I would wake before 7, make some coffee, and watch the January sun rise over and through the
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When I was ten, my family read a book called, “Cry of the Kalahari,” by Mark and Delia Owens, their story of studying wildlife in the Kalahari desert in Botswana, Africa (why we read this
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“Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.” Marianne Williamson
When you don’t hear the good about your job enough or even at all, self-doubt creeps in. Or when a mentor, a higher-up, the boss, the director, blatantly criticizes you in front of your peers,
This is my path right now. Hazy at the edges, an unsure future beyond the few feet in front of me, and no concrete idea where it will lead or end. But from what I can