Want to Live an Uncommon Life? Get Yourself a Coach

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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Wisdom, My Watchword for 2020

If someone offers to grant you three wishes, the first ask should be unlimited wishes, right? Seeking wisdom is not unlike that strategy: get wisdom, you got the storehouse too. So this year my word is wisdom. As in, the focal point for my personal development in 2020, a character trait that I shall actively […]

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Hello, Old Pleasure

We recently subscribed to the Idaho Press, in part because I enjoy the writers and I was frustrated because many of the interesting articles are behind the paywall. Another reason though (that I’m almost embarrassed to admit) was to have a ready supply of paper to feed the woodstove. It’s true. But today I rediscovered […]

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123 Years, Idaho. Now, for the Next Frontier…

Idaho can be proud that its courageous past made it the 4th state in our country to give women the right to vote. On November 3, 1896, via Senate Joint Resolution 2, by a vote of nearly two to one in favor (12,126 to 6,282), Idaho changed history, long before the 19th amendment to the U.S. […]

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That Girl from Snowy River? Help My Unbelief

A few days ago I posted about wanting to be the girl that goes for it. Remember the necklace? Well, it should come as no surprise I’ve been called on it. I had a disturbing dream last night. I think I know what it means, but maybe you can tell me what you think. In […]

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That Girl

I was reaching deep into my pocket of thoughts this morning when my fingers closed around this necklace: “be the girl that goes for it”. I want to be that girl. The girl that rides the high desert foothills joyous, one with the land and her favorite horse. The girl that is the center of […]

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No Big Deal. He’s Just Tim. (Freaking. Cahill.)

“…Two days before the conference began, driving south through the chilly fog of California’s North Coast, I still hadn’t been able to write the required 2,500 word essay for the class. The only thing I had were words – about 8,000 of them – written in my blog as fodder for my memoir. So I pieced them together until my eyes got scratchy and lost focus, there in the quaint little motel that catered to vacationing families and cannabis dealers in the Emerald Triangle to connect with growers…”

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