Photo by Jens Mahnke on Pexels.com I have been retired 26 days. I am a teacher, so when people ask me how I like retirement, I always say, "Ask again in September, then it will be real." So like most summers, I have relaxed a little, slept in a little, played in my garden a … Continue reading How We Remember: Camping
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Lessons from my Father: Finch Family Style.
My dad. Beloved grandfather, "Pooh." Great grandfather. Loving husband. Friend to many. Philosopher. Outdoorsman. Scientist: Meteorologist. Family man. There is so much I have learned from my father, and while I have dedicated this post to what I have learned, I should go on the record and say.....there is still SO MUCH MORE that I … Continue reading Lessons from my Father: Finch Family Style.
When We Were Wild Things
This poem is a riff off of another poem by George Ella Lyons. As a teacher I would use the lesson the author provided and help students create "I am From" poems, which were always beautiful. I never took the initiative to write one myself... I would model lines here and there, but was always … Continue reading When We Were Wild Things
That Could Have Been My Life
I watched the most adorable video of a mamma moose and her two calves playing on a lawn in Anchorage. The grass was green, green, green and there were mature shrubs and trees. The calves were frolicking, running in circles through a sprinkler and around and around their mamma. It is funny the things that … Continue reading That Could Have Been My Life
An Alaskan Kidn
It is spring break-up in Anchorage, the roads are sloppy, gray mounds of debris filled snow lies along the edges of lawns and streets. You walk carefully to avoid ankle deep puddles or patches of slick black ice. Everything is wet and cold. Inside it is warm though, shoes are tossed in a pile by … Continue reading An Alaskan Kidn
Home REALLY is Where the Heart Is.
When I was in my thirties my parents sold our childhood home and moved into their dream home, designed and built by them with a yard big enough for huge gardens. Although I loved it, and I was so happy for my parents, I missed our comfortable old home, the one I was raised in, … Continue reading Home REALLY is Where the Heart Is.
Time in a Bottle
Prompt: Time ~I am still not sure exactly how WordPress works. I had just figured out about the daily prompt and then.... it was gone. I am enjoying posting on RDP, I really like reading what the other Bloggers have posted. A few days ago I saw a prompt that had a picture prompt. I … Continue reading Time in a Bottle
Happy B-day: Groove On Baby Brother!
Happy Birthday Randy! This is a post dedicated to one of the most awesome people I know. He is also someone who will call me out if I am too sappy or corny, and this is going to be, but I don't really care. He. Is. Amazing. Resilient. Charismatic and truthful to a fault. Let … Continue reading Happy B-day: Groove On Baby Brother!
Wonder. One More Small Thought About Anchorage
Anchorage feels anonymous and distant until a stranger, an older woman with large arms and soft skin hugs me, looks at me, really looks at me like she knows me, and tells me I look just like my mom. Suddenly, I am home again.
Camping, Finch Family Style
Whenever a picture of Pioneer Peak floats across my FB feed, I get an instant, kick-in-the-gut shot of nostalgia. There are few things that make me miss home like that mountain does. Knife edged peaks, seemingly snow-capped year round, thrusting straight up from the valley floor. Warm mellow light of an autumn sun painting the … Continue reading Camping, Finch Family Style
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