Thinking today about what it means to be a kid. I remember being a kid and what it meant to grow up. Bare feet, neighbor kids, attentive parents. We had friends our age and created these elaborate scenarios inside of which we played: War, school, Partridge Family … we made up plays and sold admission to… Continue reading Memory Monday
The opening of Stevens Canyon Road is an important marker in my world these days. It says spring is coming to an end and long days of exploring are on the horizon. My best friend joined me this morning for a romp on the forest trails of Mount Rainier National Park. We left Auburn around… Continue reading Trail of the Shadows Rampart Ridge
Sometimes the answer is in the shadow.
There are only a handful of books that I have read that I would call life changing. Well, not even one full hand. Three books. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Hand Wash Cold and, currently, Eat Pray Love. Sometimes I get distracted reading a book when a name comes up that I can’t pronounce.… Continue reading Eat Pray Love
Ahhh, vacation. One of the best things about this week off is that my eyes will get a break from my blinding drive to work. People will tell you that only “old people” are bothered by these new LED headlights, but I beg to differ. I’m 57. I don’t consider that old. Let’s talk about… Continue reading Blinded by The Light
“I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.” Diane Ackerman Spring officially began at 2:58 pm. The event, which always falls on either March 20 or 21, marks one of… Continue reading The Width