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1.2.3. What will I carry from Lost Valley this year?
The first year it felt like freedom. It tasted like sunshine and sky. Lost Valley Ranch. A week uninterrupted by the regular. It was like breathing again after being held underwater just to the tip of suffocation, rubbing against the sharp edge of death, a Coming Up For Air. It had been a hard year and a…
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In Which I Share a Podcast I Am On
The request arrived in an email. “I’m starting this podcast and I’m telling stories and I’d like you to share yours.” It was from a friend and I knew I could trust him with my story. And also, I haven’t exactly chosen to keep it all under wraps, tidy and secure. I’ve been spilling my guts in a public…
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The Weekend Ramble (but do you salt your watermelon?)
Why is it already a billion degrees inside this house for the love? I’m just not ready to turn on the air conditioning yet – I wanted a buffer month in my electric bill, you know. Can’t spring give me that? This weekend the kids put in a little farm labor at a local fruit and vegetable farm. It…
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Five Finds Friday (a couple short finds and a funny video)
The weather this week has been spectacular. Blue skies and sunshine. And I’ve been so happy about that. The list of things to do this week has been regularly long – but starting with the mindset that my life is full and not busy has been surprisingly so helpful. Hasn’t changed the to-do list but it has shaped my…
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Grove Collaborative – we’ve been friends for a while ….
Sometimes you jump on a bandwagon because other people are doing it and you want to see what all the hype is about. Sometimes your friend or your cousin or your sister convinces you to give her favorite new product a try so you go for it because you love that person. Some of those new products and new…
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The Weekend Ramble
I’m going to stop using the word “busy”. (For real, you guys can help me. Call me out. But, you know, can you say it with gentle words when you do?) Instead I am going to use the word “full”. My life is full. And, like all lives, it is full of beautiful and beastly moments. Of good things…
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my ideals and my reality: they aren’t lining up
Today my dad stopped in for a short visit. It’s always good to see his smiling face. Last month on one of his pop overs he gave the kids an art assignment – they were to draw a picture inspired by a song he loved. It is a song that imagines what the Garden of Eden might have looked…
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what’s a synonym for rambling thoughts?
I’ve come to enjoy the rhythms of Monday posts that are rambles as much as Friday posts that are structured. This weekend was full and crowded with stuff and things. Friday night I crossed an imaginary line. A tattoo line. I went from two small tattoos to just sky diving right off into a third much larger one. Maybe…
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five finds friday (it’s four this week but who’s counting?)
All the days. All the weeks. Same song. Same chorus. They go so quickly. funny We’re still laughing at Studio C. Sometimes they’re just amusing and sometimes they’re downright hilarious. Like this one …. fashionable I’ve long wanted one of these leather ottoman pouf chair type things. I don’t know what they’re supposed to…
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walking the line
There are days when I think I’ve got a couple of things under control – a portion of bits and pieces working together alright. When I feel like the routine is serving us and I have meals pre-planned and the moments feel sort of in my grasp. And then there are other days. Moments here and there where tears…
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farewell mr. potter.
Tonight I finished the seventh and final book in the Harry Potter series. I’m more than a decade late to the game I guess. I’d love nothing more than tossing my thoughts and theories and opinions all over this blog post to hear what you guys think too about the plot twists and the last line and the entire…
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Little Ways to Save Money for Trips
I have five kids living in my house. Three of them are teenagers. The food consumption alone in this house is outrageous. Our house is over one hundred years old. The heating and cooling bill take a gigantic chunk of the pie every month. And pie – well, if we want that, we can’t even share just one any longer…
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He’s Thirteen.
I’ve been writing about this boy for his entire life. That time he brought me flowers in his grubby four year old hands. His obsession with soy lecithin and BHT that sent our entire family down a new food direction. The lessons he has always been teaching me. If I spend too much time reading back through…
