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Living in Abundance

I’ve been in mourning.  Mourning the loss of my freedom.  Wishing to have more without giving anything up.  I made a list of all the things that make be cry when I think about leaving my business of free-lance writing and consulting:  long commutes, walking in my yard anytime I want, my office, lunch with Loved-One, fluidity…

I know, I know.  In these economic times, I should be happy that I have this opportunity.  Especially, since I was minding my own business and two, yes, two firms contacted me.  I’m really am sooo lucky.

So why do I feel sad?

Photo Friday: Camping in the Heat

Oh my!  Even the nights were hot. Thank God for sandy beaches and cool waters of Lake Michigan.   One night we substituted light-sabers for a campfire. Still, if you are camping, you must have S’mores.  We made ours with Reese’s peanut butter cups.  Yum-eee.   The blueberries are sort of small this year.  Too much heat and not enough rain.  Still, the flavor is wonderfully intense.     And what’s a camping trip without a rainstorm to drive us home?   Related articles 9 ooey, gooey, fantastic s’mores recipes. (Is it summer without them?) ( Camping it Old Style…

Hitching a Ride with “Craigslist Joe”

My oldest brother, six years younger than me, hitch-hiked across America.  He left with a back-pack full of clean underwear and a clean pair of jeans, a Bible, and $50.  He hitch-hiked until he ran out of money.  He got part-time jobs until he got enough money to hit the road again. My brother, Loren, was not quite out of college.  He took a break from studying.  By then I was a mother of small children.  I have a terrific memory, but if it happened during the 70s, I either don’t recall it at all, or the details are hazy. …

Got Some Kicks on Route 66

I saw the exit for Pontiac on my way back from visiting my family in Peoria.  I see the exit every time I make the journey, but I have a mission, a time-line, a schedule.  I always think of my home state, Michigan and the city of Pontiac, not too very far from where I grew up.  This time was no different, except for two things:  I had about an hour to spare before my grandson’s flute recital, and I saw the sign for the Historic Route 66 Museum.  I had no idea that short detour would give me such a kick.

Ranier Andres: One Lucky Guy


“Last year, we sent sheets to Cuba.  My wife’s grandmother had surgery, and the hospital had no sheets.”  Rainier Andres  (Ray) is an American citizen who came to these United States with his mother.  He has no brothers or sisters and his father is still in Cuba.   Ray reminds me of a documentary I saw last Fourth of July:  “Citizen U.S.A.:  A 50 State Road Trip,” by Alexandra Pelosi.  These new citizens brought tears to my eyes.

Ray was a teenager when he came to America, he was too naïve, or perhaps too filled with machismo to understand the dangers.   Ray considered

Dozin’ with the Dinos

An overnight at the Chicago Field Museum.  What could be more fun for kids than exploring through Egyptian tombs, holding tarantulas, and wandering amongst the dinosaurs?  Well, doing all that and more in the dark, and way, way past bedtime; that’s what.
Arrive early, and pick out a place to set up camp.  We bring sleeping bags and an air mattress for the old bones; ours that is, and just the sleeping bags for Bradaigh, 8 and Emma, 7. There are tons of families vying for space under the mastadon and saber tooth tiger. We opt for a spot under some African ceremonial masks. It’s out of the popular traffic pattern.  We set up camp, grab our flashlights and get going.
G-Dad and I notice right away something unanti

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