I struck out on the no-wake branch of Lake Ray Hubbard, pushing my new touring kayak, Sofie, out of ankle-deep…
Moving On: Letting Go of My PFD
Repost: Originally Published 2 January 2022 I’ve been parked in Las Cruces, NM for a month as I did minor…
Gnarly Bark: What Grows Through Adversity
This Texas Live Oak, looking sickly and wounded, having shed most of her leaves earlier than her cohorts, and stunted…
To Be Empty: No Anchor, Floating With Cargo
TW: This was written in a deep depression. The storage room at the coast is empty. The physical cargo has…
Letting the Light In Again
I am settled again in a tiny park on a creek far from the sprawling North Platte river of Nebraska.…
Dallas Stopover: Transcendent Love or Perpetual Friendship
July 4, 2022 This city is largely uninspiring for me. Like the mountains, it feels confining. Its fast pace exhausts…
The Point of Trees
I want to climb this tree. This tree sits in the middle of the quiet (for now) loop in which…
The Unsubscribe Button is a Delusion: Survival & Concession as a Single Woman of a Certain Age
I’ve been contained in a valley of Wi-Fi, 5G, and visible spectrum shadows for five days. I can walk a…
Setting Boundaries. Fighting demons.
Sunday night. Philpott Lake. I am alone in the RV loop. Everyone else has gone home or moved on to…
To Sea: Feet & Hope in the Surf
I feel like I’ve come to life for a moment. Hopefully several moments. I want to work. I want to breathe and accomplish things.