stories worth telling
It’s my last day of quarantine before I return to the office on Monday. I’m working from the porch before it gets too hot. Aside from traffic noise, it’s pleasant here. The horses are grazing in the upper pasture. I’m surrounded by trees, including a old oak tree that would require three adults holding hands […]
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It seems a lifetime ago that I hightailed it for Winnemucca, but it was just two short weeks ago – before COVID-19 rearranged my life. But then, the walls here in Boise were closing in on me. I needed to breathe. Voices in my head were taking up space where peace should have been. Never […]
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About 25 miles up the road from the house that built me, the annual 4th of July Willits Frontier Days happened this weekend, albeit with no livestock, cowboys or cowgirls, not a single beer sold, and no one in the stands. Flags flew anyway to make a point: We’re still here. America’s not going down. […]
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Hiraeth. Who knew it’s a thing? Maybe Ruby did. Yes, I’m quite certain she did. Does. Hiraeth. A longing for a home you can’t return to, or one that was never yours. not necessarily a house, but a homely feeling such as love. Hiraeth. I am sometimes consumed by Hiraeth.
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I didn’t even know who Tony Dungy was before The Professor and I were looking for a one year devotional in December. Apparently he’s kind of a big deal, a football coach and commentator of some stature. For the next year, he’s my coach too. In politics and life, none of us should be without […]
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