the eclipse from my yard.

  I closed my computer sometime around 7 pm Saturday night and I placed it on my desk.  I didn’t touch it again until Monday night around 10 pm.  That probably shouldn’t be a big deal – or an anything deal.  But, since typing out words is what I...

the unpleasant unexpected.

  Like all the grieving I have ever waded through, it’s the stages that take me by surprise. Some of my hard has looked like this: Giant to-another-state moves where our family left one sort of life to live another sort. Raising one child to an adult. Close...

farm, framily, feelings, photos

  At the farm I didn’t write very much. I brought a couple of books to read, but I didn’t open them.     I stayed up late every night, talking in the quiet hours with Emma and Sarah and Sally, with whomever stayed awake and was chatty.  I...