stories (and other things) worth telling
It seems a long time ago I went back to Winnemucca, but it was actually last July, a week before COVID hit my house and my forward momentum came to a crashing halt for a time. The Professor is recovered and I’m back on my road, focusing on what will be. – Teri The walls […]
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Just when we thought things couldn’t get any worse, the Professor went to the dermatologist last week. If you’ve been following our posts, you know that he had a rough go with COVID-19 last month. You all prayed and thankfully, he recovered. After that, I thought we’d met our quota of bad juju, but no. […]
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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 take three adults holding hands […]
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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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