This has been a long time coming, right? It feels like forever since I broke the news that we’d sent the Great Escape off to retire with her new, and probably final, owner. Some days, I miss the little rattle in the front end when I hit that rough section of the I-90 (you know the… Continue reading It’s a boy!
Category: General
A long, tough goodbye
I don’t normally become attached to “things.” Things are disposable. They’re replaceable. They don’t hold your memories; your heart, your head and your blog preserve those special moments. For a long time then, “things” were easy to toss out. Until recently.
Just a dream
When I was younger and a cub sports reporter in Newfoundland, I’d often wake up in the middle of the night. It was just a dream. I was standing in line with my three brothers and my father was introducing us. Introducing us to whom, I have no idea. It never mattered. He went down… Continue reading Just a dream
It’s unthinkable
Why now? Why start a blog to write about my fear of flying into a new realm? I started listening to a new podcast this summer. Jay Acunzo started Unthinkable “to inspire and empower people just like you: craft-driven creators.” He dives deep into the creative process, asking us all what drives us to create… Continue reading It’s unthinkable
Dear Angela, you suck
Remember that part of Pretty Woman when Vivian is lying in Edwards’ arms, full of post-coital bliss? Vivian: People put you down enough, you start to believe it. Edward: I think you are a very bright, very special woman. Vivian: The bad stuff is easier to believe. I can write the hell out of something,… Continue reading Dear Angela, you suck
Too afraid to fly
This has nothing to do with planes. Although the thought of getting on one makes me cringe. Not out of fear. That’s another story. This has a bit to do about writing. It has a lot to do with photography. But you’ll see no pictures here. They’re over there, on my other website. This has… Continue reading Too afraid to fly
Photo gallery: Camping at Chatcolet
We just spent our third weekend camping! That’s three times already this year, doubling the amount of times we’ve been camping with My American since we started dating in 2010. We’ve done two trips to Bumblebee near Kingston, Idaho, and our most recent was to our regular Memorial Day haunt, Chatcolet at the southern trip… Continue reading Photo gallery: Camping at Chatcolet
From the archives: I’m hip to the Great Plains
Almost three years ago, we were cruising down a dusty South Dakota highway. It was hot as hell in early July and the three of us — me, Shep and My American — were bound for Nova Scotia and M.A.’s first opportunity to meet my family. He and Shep were about to be exposed to a… Continue reading From the archives: I’m hip to the Great Plains
It’s a girl
Yes, it was a quick decision. Maybe too quick. I’m still not sure. Here’s what I am sure of: My heart remains shattered I cry every day … several times I still look for his goofy grin and listen for the click-click-click of his toenails across the laminate floor I tell My American I’m fine… Continue reading It’s a girl
A farewell to my best friend
I dreamed of a covered wooden bridge this weekend. Shep was on the other side with his big goofy smile and his tail wagging. He stood in front of mountains, blooming with alpine flowers. Neither one of us could cross the bridge for one last hug. But he let me know he was happy, healthy… Continue reading A farewell to my best friend