Overcoming Chaos

To say this weekend has been rough is an understatement. My instinct is to keep things private. To discuss things is to let that wall down. To let people in is to show weakness. It goes against everything that has been bred into me since childhood. Yet sharing can be cathartic, and helps us grow.  Continue reading “Overcoming Chaos”

Bolton Valley

I had never heard of Bolton Valley. I was sick Friday with the stomach flu, when my husband approached me. He quietly asked me if I had any interest in skiing on Sunday. I mumbled a yes before rolling over to sleep. Saturday I was feeling better and had doubts about the trip. It wasContinue reading “Bolton Valley”


I woke up bleary in Iowa. By the time we had reached Ohio it had been dark. Being a passenger isn’t ideal at night, so I decided to catch some sleep.  What was meant to be a quick nap turned into a seven hours of sleep. I opened my eyes, and gazing outside. It tookContinue reading “Iowa”

Sleepy Spring Evenings

It is a sleepy Spring evening. I walk slowly, drinking the entire scene in. I make my way off the road, and onto the brown dead grass of last Fall. You can just see new grass beginning to come up, though it hasn’t quite made it yet. Past that lays a pond, thawing out afterContinue reading “Sleepy Spring Evenings”

Frost Heaves and Signs of Spring

“Bang! Bang! Bang Bang!” My whole body shudders, as my tires skittered across the washboard potholes. I hang onto for dear life until I clear them. You can always see them coming, lined up in lone even rows down the road. Many try to avoid them. Yet many others sigh in resignation, seconds later theContinue reading “Frost Heaves and Signs of Spring”

Winding Dirt Roads, Small Towns, and the Truth About Growing up.

It was Sunday afternoon, and we were looking for nothing more than a meal and a place to lay our heads.  The weekend seemed to have passed us by in a colorful blur. I cannot say I regretted it, but at the same time I felt guilty that I did not write more. I gotContinue reading “Winding Dirt Roads, Small Towns, and the Truth About Growing up.”

Dirt Road Winter

Dirt Roads are something that so many people have forgotten about. To some they simply do not have a place in our high tech world. Dirt Roads are off the beaten path, but as I have grown older I have realized that is where I belong. I am a contemplative soul that enjoys isolation. IContinue reading “Dirt Road Winter”