The lightness of the air as I stepped off the plane immediately brings a smile to my face. The familiarity of this airport, and the nostalgia for this area is welcoming, and haunting all at once. Memories cascade in, of running a little girl up and down the corridors at high speed, brown curls blowing … More More than a picnic….

Queen  of the North, is  just one of the titles that she has been given,  She/He is a son, a friend, a brother, a nephew, a cousin, and a grandson too. She is known as Brooklyn Htyes, a drag queen, and is also my cousin Brock, who was my perfect little ring bearer from over … More What a drag….

There is a 5 digit code to get into “ The neighborhood.”  The key pad is lit by a red light, but when the numbers are added succinctly, the light turns green, and I can enter or exit, depending on my direction.. or possible misdirection. This door is kept locked, and protected because these inhabitants … More What’s going on in the hood?…..

It is located in Turkey, this Mount Ararat.  This is the spot where we read in Genesis, that Noah, and his family, and the ark finally came to rest after being tossed by the waves for 40 days and 40 nights.  This mountain looks majestic and beautiful, and looms large, and triumphant.. quite the spot … More Finding my Mount Ararat….

The news feed today proclaims some not great updates for the day.  There will be rain, on an already flooded landscape.  There is a possibility of snow and ice pellets on are area where power has been recently shut off, and the land  is fully and over abundantly saturated with water . They are calling … More Diaries from the port-a-potty …

Walking up the road with two dogs this morning.  The sky was grey, and the air felt damp.  The river seemed to be gathering anger. Being ill  prepared is not an unusual situation to find myself in. What do I know about Spring flooding, and rising water levels on a mighty river? Apparently, not even … More A flood of kindness…

I found them yesterday while searching through garbage bags in my basement.. They are treasures to me, works of art, of indescribable worth…and as I pulled them out from in between patio chair cushions, just the smell of old rubber, and dust was intoxicating  to my my nostrils.  I breathed deep.. and the memories flooded … More Raindrops on rubber boots….

As the dawn approaches, the silhouette of many branches surround me. The street lamps glow orange illuminating the rough wood from which they are held in secure place.  They light up the road, and embraced it in the early morn, and a white and full moon shines down from the far away heavens as the … More A bit of a wreck…

The empty chair beckons to be filled, to be utilized for what it  was fitted for.. Its scary… and foreboding.. this standing on your own, in your space, and wondering where  on God’s green earth, these individuals that once filled up your life have gotten to? The chair screams for attention, look at me, concentrate … More Your character is showing….

It somehow made its way into the edge of the palm of my hand.  It was not noticeable at first. It was a tiny thing, and I don’t recall when it occurred, but then it just began to irritate, not a great deal, but enough to be bothersome, and cause me to grab my “ … More Small Town goodness…