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
Tag: Travel
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”.
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…”
Foreshadowing Run Amok: two leaps backward, one step forward
Step One: I finally caught the Professor’s crud: sore throat, fatigue, laryngitis, and all that stuff. Step Two: My knee continued to hurt when I
The Last Day: Graeagle to Boise
If we walk far enough,” says Dorothy, we shall come to someplace.” L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz Indeed. Today is my final Ramble with
A Highway Runs Through It
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks
Dispatches From Out West 