We did see mountains this weekend, with our friends Rocky and Jennifer (couple name = “jocky”) who are getting married this summer and thus in dire need of a break.
We did see mountains this weekend, with our friends Rocky and Jennifer (couple name = “jocky”) who are getting married this summer and thus in dire need of a break.
Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of Solitaire. It is a grand passion. -Ralph Waldo Emerson I hinted
…I want to know how to write like that. We just finished watching Juno (I know, we’re so 2007,) and I chuckled through most of it, sighed and was taken
I’ve always believed so – I’ve had (and still have) some fantastic male friends in addition to my irreplaceable girls. But it can only go so far when everybody is
We are the grateful, we sing of your love We sing of your mercy We are the grateful, the grateful ones We are the grateful, we sing of your power
…but it’s much more complicated than I thought. To write about it, anyways. Yesterday I wrote a description of a running horse herd in an open pasture and found myself
Saturday and Sunday, Adam and I volunteered at Global Weekend at Mariners. It was freeing, somehow, to be in a mass of noble, everyday people, pounding nails and hanging black
…is that it’s just so tough for me to grasp. Yesterday, Adam worked a little over 12 hours. I felt awful, baking muffins and sending out rejected resumes and writing
Rather than a lengthy preamble, here is a letter I sent to nearly everyone I know in the great state of California: Hi Friends – I’m not given to writing
I love the rain. It makes me feel inspired and grateful and snuggly. I want to run through it, splash in it, stay out of it, wear thick socks, watch