Not as Planned

I am sitting in a real bed in a real motel in Alpine, Texas. It is the second to last day of the year and I still do not know where I will be to ring in the New Year, let alone where I will lay my head tomorrow. This was, after all, not my…

The Holidaze

The Holidays, as we affectionately call them, have been a challenging time for me as an adult. They were much easier when I was a child. My Mom had the vast majority of her family close by and we gathered for ritualistic feasting, drinking, and hanging out with cousins. Adhering to the traditions brought forward…

Happy Holidays from the Road

The Holidays are close. Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, then New Year’s Eve and Day. I will be on the road. I do not know exactly where I will be. In all likelihood somewhere in Texas. The Universe willing, someplace warm and dry. I had hoped to be with my Dad, but I have way too…

Post-A-Palooza

I apologize for all the posts that have been filling your mailbox. This was my own doing, all me, though much needed and sorely overdue. I am sorry you had to get such a bombardment in such a short period of time.  While I was place bound in Florida with my parents I chose a…

Cache Creek River Stop

Snake River, Oregon side I volunteered here for two weeks. I was tour guide, host, janitor, permit manager, grounds keeper and snake wrangler. It was good and tiring and fun and hot and a learning experience and lonely and non-stop people. I am luck to have the opportunity and grateful to do it and have…

What is In a Face

After months on the road, I came to terms with the selfie. I resisted for a while. I hate taking photos of myself and I generally end up looking terrible or stupid or the least flattering ever.  But, some of my friends who read my blog encouraged me to add more photos. In an effort…

Bozeman, MT

Here is a collection of the highlights of my house and dog sitting time. Museum of the Rockies Friends who are Family

Me Vs The World

In times gone by, I would sometimes fall into a negative space and compare myself to those around me. The people who seemed to have more, do more, be more than me. Perhaps you know the drill of higher incomes, better looking, bigger house, more assets, stuff like that. It is an easy pattern to…

The Pants

First, let me just start by screaming at the top of my lungs: WOMEN’S PANT POCKETS SUCK!!!!! In fact, many women’s clothes do not even have pockets. They have these fake things that look like a pocket on the outside but are not a pocket in real life. Just a bunch of stitching and seams….

Sister Army

Crabby Ladies in Cars? Bitchy Babes on Bikes? Voracious Vixens in Vans? Mavens with Moxie? Grumpy Grandmas? The Fabulous Fifty Somethings? Women of their Own World? I am not sure what to call my new women’s group. This group will be for us shitheads, cynics, negative Nancy’s. Those of us who cannot, or refuse to,…