Every time I walk by the new-to-me treadmill, I swear I hear its syrupy judgments. “All that downtime, staying barefoot? Can’t put on some tennis shoes? Looks like someone’s avoiding me.” It sits there, looming—watching me when I breeze into the office, when I sit down to schedule clients, or when I casually pass byContinue reading “Dreaming In Color”
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After He Said That (Book Part 32)
Previous I didn’t realize how much I’d dropped the mask until it slipped completely. That’s the thing about pretending—you don’t always know you’re doing it until you stop. And at this moment, with Kent, I wasn’t pretending. Not even a little. The dome light is on, allowing details of Kent’s face—ones I hadn’t noticed before—toContinue reading “After He Said That (Book Part 32)”
I Showed Up for a World Record — But Found Something Else
“I got a broken one,” I said after three forceful blows into the squarish rectangular hole. “You hum into it,” Dave gently reminded me as we walked toward Macon’s Amphitheatre. My 7-year-old self would’ve shaken her head and disowned me on the spot, but at 43, I didn’t entirely believe my husband. Still, I wasContinue reading “I Showed Up for a World Record — But Found Something Else”
Where Beasts Roam (Book Part 30)
Previous Side by side, our feet resting on the headlights, Kent and I talk. He teaches elementary school in Manitoba, and with the remaining weeks of his summer break, he’s hiking, adventuring, and exploring national parks. Dehydrated from too much solitude, I drink in communion and belonging, savoring the feeling that someone else gets it.Continue reading “Where Beasts Roam (Book Part 30)”
The Not-So-Bad Badlands (Book Part 27)
Previous I left Wall Drug unimpressed. I’d given myself a few dollars to spend if something caught my eye, but I couldn’t justify shelling out $8 for an ice cream cone. Later, I learned about the town’s history: the wife of the man who bought Wall’s only drugstore had a late-night epiphany, listening to theContinue reading “The Not-So-Bad Badlands (Book Part 27)”
Wandering Wall (Book Part 26)
Previous Why isn’t she in Hollywood? I wonder. Her pixie-like frame, the soft slope of her nose, and her white-blond hair that moves as though it’s one with the wind all suggest someone larger than life. This far above civilization, she seems like an actress seeking solace at the mountain’s highest point. A small photographContinue reading “Wandering Wall (Book Part 26)”
The Woman Near Custer (Book Part 25)
Previous Stepping out of the Crazy Horse monument’s museum, the sauna-like heat blasts away the lingering chill from my skin. As I walk to my car, weaving through a parking lot filled with Harley-Davidsons, I glance to my right, soaking in the final moments with the mountain. Custer State Park is nearby, but paying theContinue reading “The Woman Near Custer (Book Part 25)”
Cross Country Move: Buffalo, WY to Sioux Falls, SD – Day 4 – 4.6/5 Stars
“I’ve missed good thunderstorms,” Dave says after we all count from the lightning strike to the cracking thunder. The count is 7 to 11 seconds or the presumed distance in miles it’s away (light travels faster than sound, you know?). Entering the Needles Scenic Byway near Custer, South Dakota, it was all too obvious fromContinue reading “Cross Country Move: Buffalo, WY to Sioux Falls, SD – Day 4 – 4.6/5 Stars”
Cross Country Move: Bonney Lake, WA to Coeur d’Alene, ID – Day 1 – 3/5 Stars
What a whirlwind. For what should have been a five-hour drive turned into six due to road and Spokane traffic, we didn’t arrive in Coeur d’Alene until 6:30 pm. Unfortunately, the tiny parking lot and the two-story building didn’t match the 18-story, marina-adjacent, dreamy waterfront resort I expected. The two names – Coeur d’Alene ResortContinue reading “Cross Country Move: Bonney Lake, WA to Coeur d’Alene, ID – Day 1 – 3/5 Stars”
What’s Hiding in Horsethief Lake (Book Part 24)
Previous The Boy Scout on steroids leans his khaki-colored, wide-brimmed hat out the window. Since I’m over this line of cars waiting in a tourist trap, I don’t readily hand over my credit card but ask, “How close can I get to the faces?” “Usually, you can go up there,” he points to a spotContinue reading “What’s Hiding in Horsethief Lake (Book Part 24)”
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