I could write about Jim Thorpe, the man, but I have very little knowledge of his life. After having visited the town, a place I’ve been weirdly enamored with since moving back to the U.S., I learned more about Jim Thorpe’s death. Well, more about what happened to him post-death.
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A Bookshop for My Girls
Every time we take a walk with our girls, I always wonder the same thing: what are they thinking about?
What do they smell?
What are they experiencing?
I've come to see our walks like taking them to a bookshop or a library.
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Black Canyon of the Gunnison
A beautiful and terrifying place. I’m not particularly afraid of heights – although, as I get older, my self-confidence with balance is faltering and my relationship with mobility workouts is intensifying – but this place was not without risk. My brother drove, and this is no knock to his driving, but not having control of the vehicle as we serpentined down the switchback road or along the cliff’s edge, closer than I would have cared to drive, it is hard not to feel a bit uneasy.
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The Tree and the Chipmunk
As the demands of summer have presented themselves, I am becoming rather aware at how infrequent my posts are being written and published – not particularly great for readership. Finding the time and willpower to write while on vacation is not something I’ve yet conquered. We recently flew out to Colorado and Utah and saw so many amazing sites, including Arches National Park, Black Canyon of the Gunnison, and went to the Aspen area to hike around Maroon Bells, each of which demands its own post, which I will attempt over the coming days. Today, however, I want to talk about chipmunks.
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Do Fish Deserve Care?
There are times when I have found myself in a conversation with someone and I begin to feel like the proverbial lunatic. The person so detached from a reality in which everyone else has agreed to participate. At some point, I took the red pill. Or maybe I took the blue one. Who knows. In these conversations, the bottom line for the other person (or people) is always about humanity.
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Throw My Ball!
This girl’s favourite thing in the world, apart from pets, is her ball.
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The Drunkard’s Wingman
This weekend we went to the annual work party for my partner’s company – always a swanky affair with lots of great food and booze. Think: open bar, beautiful floral centre pieces, and flatware nicer than anything I own. Every year, the company opens up a tab at a local bar for an after-party which means…more and more alcohol. This year I was talked into attending the after-party by a friend, but my body was telling me two days later what a mistake that was, and I wasn’t even inebriated.
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Transitive Healing in Nature
I’m not sure how to change, but winter is always tough for me, partly because I refuse to go outside unless I have to. The walls and windows are a comfortable barrier between me and the outdoors, keeping me warm and snuggly inside. Unfortunately, warm and snuggly does not necessarily equate a complete, harmonious state of mental wellbeing.
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Witchy wondering
Recently, my partner asked me why something was bothering me (well, really he was confused about WHEN something had started bothering me) which ended up causing a great deal of frustration. How could he not understand why I would be bothered? That eventually lead to me wondering how he could be so insensitive, but after seeing my hurt he did come back around to ask his questions differently. What was the seed that planted this disagreement and hurt feelings?
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Misty Mornings
I’ve no idea why, but fog is one of my favourite weather events. There was always an abundance of fog in Germany where we lived, but seeing it in the heavily populated area of Maryland is rare.
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