When’s the last time you got dirty? I mean dirty as in real honest-to-goodness DIRT. Covered in it. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I was this dirty. I’d forgotten how much fun it is. The cause of all this talk of dirt? Because I was digging red potatoes. Farmer Dave explained that the…
Category: Travels
Thoughts on the Tumbleweed
“So what do you think?” I asked my mother after we saw the Tumbleweed Tiny House in Ohio. I was shocked when she actually gave me her opinion. See, Mom never wants us to be able to say, “But you told me….” so she rarely gives her opinion on our life decisions big or small. …
On Planning – Or Letting Someone Else Plan
I knew he was planning to join me in Quebec City in August, so I felt bad that I had yet to find a place, or even settle on dates. “Why don’t you ask him to plan the trip?” asked my mother. I had my reasons, but at this point it was time to let…
Canoe Island
“Do you camp up there?” people ask when I tell them I’m going on our annual family vacation to Lake George. “Far from it,” I say. “Picture Dirty Dancing. The same ten families come the same week every year to the same place.” “Is there a dance instructor?” they ask, referring to Patrick Swayze’s character…
Visiting the Tumbleweed Tiny House
As we drove up to the Harley Davidson dealership in Austintown, Ohio, the Tiny House was no where to be seen. I grew a little nervous. “Uh oh,” I said. “Wait a minute,” responded Dad. “Let’s drive around the whole building first.” And that’s when we found it. I breathed a sigh of relief. I…
The Pursuit of Happiness
A speaker I went to hear last night said it seems we forgot about our right to pursue happiness. That, instead, we’ve replaced it with the right to pursue materialistic things. I see his point. People think the accumulation of more or bigger “stuff” leads to “happiness.” So we’re a society with lots of stuff. …
A Retreat
Today I’m off to the Rhode Island coast for a weekend retreat with my favorite sisters. I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to have a “favorite” order of religious women, but oh well. God understands. I know this because he tells me. Doesn’t that make me sound like one of those little kids in the…
“You don’t own a house, a house owns you.”
Yesterday, on my morning walk, a woman stood waving to her daughter as her daughter’s school bus pulled away. She said hello to me as I approached her driveway and I stopped to tell her how adorable I thought her house was every time I passed it. “Ugh,” she sighed. “Every time I look at…
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