A love story

Through the heads of the passengers milling around the train station, he saw her . . . dark brown hair, full lips, and those legs! He made his way toward her, emboldened by the uniform he wore. She saw him coming towards her. He looked like movie star Van Johnson . . . tall, thin,…

Sunday dinner

Sunday dinner was usually at our house in town as the years passed. We had grown kids now, just one still at home. Mom and Dad would stop by after church, before heading back out to the ranch. Mom would sit in my chair down in the living room, thumbing through a magazine, humming softly…

“Winter proper . . .”

The Cabin Chronicles—January 2014 We’ve been watching the ice form on the bay. First, it was lacy white with swirls, as if the wind had figure-skated across it. Days later, it was a solid gray with fog moving like dry ice along the edge where it met the water. Then it was white with new snow, glistening…

Snow daze

It starts to snow midday as we get ready for our first errand together since recovering. We might have cancelled, if it weren't important. It hasn’t snowed here since Christmas, yet my first reaction is a vague trepidation. I’m doing the driving until my guy gets stronger. He’s the snow driver. The roads are still…

Grasping for the wind…

When you’re sick you have plenty of time to think. It’s not that linear, logical thinking that solves a problem or takes you somewhere . . . but rather the more common pattern of short visits to many places and times, conscious and subconscious links. The impetus, an awareness of the brevity of time and…

Dressing up the cabin

Long before we moved to the old log house, I began decorating it. I would see a brown velvet Christmas tree skirt in my shopping forays before Christmas—crewel-appliqued deer and pine trees scattered around the hem—and just know I had to have it. It made no sense, since I would be working at least five…

Before autumn passes…

Photo credit: Bill O In late October we gathered in the beautiful Kentucky countryside at the cutest little farmhouse Vrbo for a Sibs Decade Birthday Gathering. Another of us was reaching a milestone Birthday and we had come from the four corners of the country to experience the Ark Encounter. We began this tradition when…

October days

Fall has been bright and shiny, skies cornflower blue, maples golden. The Mountain Ash glow all shades of rich persimmon as the leaves stay tight on the trees, and Fire Bushes burn red. There’s a sharpness to the air that invigorates and goes straight to your brain when you’re out walking. It is so clear…

Writers’ conference

A couple of Octobers ago, before the Great Closing, my Sibs sent me to a writers’ conference in Edmonds, Washington for a big Decade-Birthday present. I was so excited to go, as I’d heard so much about Write On the Sound. The setting was beautiful—Puget Sound stretching blue before us as we sat high on…

“Dover Beach”

Dover Beach—Matthew Arnold (...to his new bride, 1851) The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!…