Raising A Demon

Easter 2019- Present Recently I was rote listening to NPR in the car when I heard an intelligent man discussing toxic masculinity. It didn’t take me long to realize it was Henry Rollins, and my interest peaked because for months I’ve been saying my new puppy reminds me of Henry Rollins. For those who aren’t…

Bald is Beautiful?

March 15-July 6 2019 So, do you have hair? That’s a question that may weigh more heavily on men as most women I know have at least some hair, but I shaved my head (in public) on March 15th of this year to help St. Baldrick’s foundation, which helps children with cancer: https://www.stbaldricks.org/ and in doing…

Norm’s Vanlife Adventure

February 2019-April 2019 After we lost Buddy, Joey the Chihuahua went crazy. He cried so much that he lost his voice, and we didn’t know what to do. I reached out to the excellent dog rescue community, and my friend helped us find Love Leo Rescuehttp://loveleorescue.org/ There was a pit bull named Norman looking for…

Buddy the Bull: A Happy Death

    January 17, 2019/June 21, 2019 Staring with the Bad Part, Moving to the Good Part (Skip this first section if you could never read about Jack’s death in the Little House on the Prairie books or if you, like me, feel you were emotionally damaged by books like Where the Red Fern Grows…

The Christmas Bus (in June)

It took me a long time to publish this post, and I hope to catch up before the Bus adventures begin again this summer. December 25, 2018 I have always loved Christmas. I don’t think it is the holiday itself, but the holiday season, the cold and the cooking and the crafting and the gifting,…

My Jim

Jim Roberson May 22, 1950-October 13, 2018   I first met Jim over the phone. We had just bought our house, and I was looking for a fence guy. We had three dogs at the time, and no fences, and life was pretty chaotic. There were moving boxes everywhere, and when I had to take…

Fire Danger: Extreme

(Talking About That Thing That Everyone Is Tired Of Talking About But That I Can’t Stop Talking About…and camping) For those who don’t know, when I was a little girl, I thought my father was Smokey the Bear because he worked for the Forest Service, wore a similar outfit, and reminded me of a bear…