A couple of weeks ago, Michael came home and happily declared, “I bought a boat!” And indeed, I walked outside to find a weathered 14 foot aluminum drift boat behind the garage. “Are you sure it’s gonna float?” I asked, eyeing its most recent registration sticker, marked 1983. We were both in diapers the last time this thing was on the water. “I hope so,” he said, “And if it does, it’ll be the best… View Post

After two weeks in the Costa Rican jungle and a week in Colorado, I am back home in Wyoming. The sun just kissed the sky goodnight, Michael is in the garage building a wood/snowboard bench swing (it is so awesome and creative), and I just made a fire and am camped out on my laptop by the big window, for the first time in a long while. All is good and cozy, and it feels… View Post

“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.” ~     Leo Tolstoy I’ve decided to put down the Iphone and pick up my real… View Post

I am sitting at the chess table that Michael’s grandfather made, an exquisite piece of woodwork; perfectly square with precise detail, like the card suits embossed into its four corners. It is a thing of beauty. The table sits in the large front window in our living room. We never eat on it because it seems wrong, but we’ve never played chess either. We started a puzzle on it once, which we pecked away at for… View Post

So much gratitude for my “birthday moon” tonight, as a friend called it –  the most beautiful, bright, full moon – to close out my 30th year and welcome in a new one. I am back in Wyoming, where the solace of wide open space speaks most clearly to my heart right now, and I know this is exactly where I am supposed to be. Grateful, as always, for the journey, and the reminders from… View Post