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One For The Books
Have you ever seen an upright freezer the size of a fridge? It was a beautiful sight to behold that September morn — especially when you’re doing once-a-month long distance grocery hauls during a pandemic and there’s late autumn snow in…
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Falling Into Place
The subtle sign of autumn began peeking through this past Friday afternoon in Anaheim. It’s one I recognized from my many years of living in Southern California: a softer glow of sunlight filtering in through the window panes. Fall has arrived…
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Survivor Song
Survivor Song | Paul Tremblay Imagine two thirtysomething best friends taking one last impromptu road trip together before the widowed gal-pal has her first baby. Now throw in the plot twist that the excursion is just from one end of a…
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One crafty mother blogger.
I burst onto the Southern California scene in 1975. A bunch of stuff happened between infancy and when I started blogging in 2005 with Stix On The Beach: Tales From The Happiest Hooker on Earth! For over a decade, the popular…
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Dark Thoughts
It’s here! Halloween is over, our new Christmas tree is up, the clocks have been set back, and I can hibernate again! It’s such a physiological shift as it is a psychological one, that it makes me believe I was a…
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Octoblur
For a long time October was a month I couldn’t wait to be over as it marked anniversaries I didn’t care to acknowledge. However, since moving to Oregon, October has become a welcomed buffer between seasons. But where I thought autumn…
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Mini Pause
When we first moved from Southern California to Oregon in the spring of 2019, we lived just east of the Cascade Range in the mountain resort town of Bend. Bend had just thawed out from its Snowpocalypse and “Bendites” were quick…
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Homeschool, Homelife, Homecoming.
And we’re back. Back in Corvallis. Back to homeschooling. And (in the words of Caron Wheeler), back to life, back to reality, back to the here and now, yeah. The condensed backstory goes like this: due to unforeseen circumstances, we reluctantly…
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The Nature of Blogging
I grew up a Southern California city kid surrounded by surf and astroturf. “Being out in nature” meant driving 90 minutes to an overpriced resort town to stroll through souvenir shops and strip malls. We didn’t go to the mountains in…
