Last Friday I decided I needed a damned break. So we took one. We hiked out in Shenandoah on a trail I’d never heard of, but that was right across the valley floor from one of my favorite hikes since I was a little kid: Old Rag Mountain. I’ll let the vid do the talking, but leave you with this:… View Post
Going the distance.
A few aspects of my (new) life have been naturally causing me to reexamine who I am, who I think I am, and who other people must think I am. Between hearing I’m quiet (I am?) and shy (wait, what?) I’m also learning that I’m not “crazy”—a positive, I suppose, until you really start dissecting it. I’ll get to this… View Post
A Charleston birthday.
And my birthday was in February, but I never got around to posting about it because, well, scroll up. Being on a bit of a shoestring budget as I adjusted to being 100% of the payor, not 50%, has resulted in some creative maneuvers, belt tightening, closet unloading, and increased longing for splurges that used to feel way more within… View Post
Summer staples.
[Weems, VA post office.] We could be anywhere in America right now: Nebraska, Kansas, New Jersey, Georgia, here. The windows on the clapboard houses were molten in the sunset and cottontail rabbits skittered across driveways and trawlers loped through channels, creating a perfect scene to take in from where we sat in the little John Deere, idling next to a… View Post
Nobody knows you.
[Wedding bound in 3 shades of grey.] Dating someone new is a pretty magical, transformative thing—when done with one’s whole heart and head and time and that kind of thing. At this age, especially. I wrote once about how with years I noted a general narrowing of my existence and often fought it—an uphill battle with a spouse who wrapped… View Post




