Sunday, May 07, 2017

52 Stories: Knitting

The question I chose for this installment of 52 Stories is:

What is something you taught yourself to do without help from anyone else?

Thursday, March 09, 2017

A Golden Week in the Sun

This past week was so very fun. As I prepare to go back home, my  heart is full. I love being a daughter, a granddaughter, a mother-in-law, and an auntie. Each role gives me an opportunity to show love in unique ways, and considering those different roles makes me feel whole. We can never be everything to anyone, but in small moments, we can be really important to other people. I am happiest when I am embracing moments to be myself and be appreciated by people who love me. I'm un-self conscious, not worrying about how to post things on social media, or whether I should. I'm present, calm and feel that elusive sense of flow.

Here are the photos.
Oh, my heart. This is my niece and nephew and playing
with them fills me up. 

I love trail running in the desert. And pretending to be a
saguaro.


My dad invited me to go with him to a service project.
We bagged beans for the local food bank. This was
a surprisingly tender reminder of the good man he is and how
much he has taught me over the years about
being generous and helpful. 

My mom and I crocheted together. She's very talented and
picked up how to make these octopi right away. 

This was an ordinary moment in a playground, but we are
getting to the times in mom's life when the ordinary must
always be treasured.

There will always be a picture of an Arizona sunset. 

My brave daughter in law got in a car and spent an
entire weekend with me. It was so much fun to go up to
Flagstaff with her. It was a rather intense weekend and
she was a champ. 

Me with my grandma and auntie. In spite of family relationships always being
complicated, I do always feel loved when I'm in the presence of these good
women.

More treasured auntie times. These are my brother's kids. It's surreal and
so joyful to see my wee brother grow up into such a good dad. 


Grandparents' day at the elementary school!

Sometimes you go to a movie with your sis and you are literally the only
people in the theater. This will always be a fun memory. Table 19 was great!

Oh the cuteness!

Last lunch with Mom and Pop on the way to the airport.
Love them. 

And toward home I go. 

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Gypsy Me

Just checking in from cloudy Arizona. With apologies, because I'm very tired, and can only think in small sentences.

No paragraphs today.

Here's the view from my window.


Monday, February 13, 2017

52 Stories: I Always Go Back To...Arizona

I found these loose photos of a trip we took over Thanksgiving break, 2004. We flew into Phoenix and spent a day at my brother's place. It was warm enough to swim. Then we headed north to ride the Verde Canyon Railroad, visit Tuzigoot National Monument, and stay a couple of days in Flagstaff. It was not warm enough to swim up north, and Eric remembers how he would have preferred to stay in the warm south, since that is why one goes to Arizona in the wintertime. We spent time with my grandparents, then went south again, all the way to Tucson, and had Thanksgiving with my little sis before heading home. It turned out to be the last time I would see my darling Grandpa Bob before he died the following spring

Sunday, February 05, 2017

January Gone

The new year is fully underway, with January gone and February already nearly a week old! It's that time when the freshness of the year wears off, when excitement for goals wanes, and endurance must take over--do you feel that?

Monday, January 30, 2017

52 Stories: A Birthday, Gatherings and Family

I found some photos of a family gathering at our first house. From the ages of the children and my haircut, I am fairly certain this is Eric's birthday in 1990, so his 28th.

The official #52Stories question I found on FamilySearch had to do with what sacrifices your parents made to make holidays magical. Riffing off of that, these photos are special to me because they remind me of all the times my parents and siblings made the effort to gather together for birthdays and holidays.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

52 Stories: My Bridal Shower

One of the primary reasons I embarked on this project of writing 52 Stories from my life is to make some progress on the mess of unorganized photos that haunt several corners of my home. Their neglected state often causes me real stress and feelings of inferiority, and I want to get rid of those feelings by working a little at a time to scan, identify, and preserve, then tell the story here.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Book Review Catch Up

This is a quick and dirty catch up of some books I've gotten through in recent months. These were all audiobooks.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

52 Stories: What Was Your Childhood Home Like?


The home I remember most was our rowhouse on Blakeney Road, in Catonsville, MD, with the zipcode 21228. It was a brick rowhouse, built in the 40's or 50's. I remember the house number as 260, but a search of Google maps is making me wonder if the street has been renumbered, or if I'm remembering wrong. Now I want to go over there and see. We lived there from about 1972-1980. When we started out, there were three kids in the family, and by the time we moved, there were 7. My dad built us a bedroom in the basement when the space really got scarce.

Monday, January 02, 2017

The Holidays

Christmas morning at our house,
as interpreted by Prisma. 
The holidays are just about over. Tomorrow I'll be taking down the decorations and cozying up the house for winter. I'm also going to start on sending some cards and letters. I always make a good try at that in the first weeks of the new year.  Later in the week, I have a something special coming--I'm attending a knitting retreat as a regular old student, not as teacher, staff, or photographer. I'm really hoping it will be lovely. Sometimes I like it better when I'm working and not just relaxing, so it will be interesting to see if I can turn my mind to engage in a different way--to receive and experience rather than facilitate so others have a good experience.  Wish me luck.