(Note: if you missed the first post about spinning the year 2025 in yarns, here it is. I’ve given up, however, on the illusion of writing these post in anything like real time.)February was filled with the arts, and special moments of friendship. I read only a few books, since my calendar was chock full… Continue reading February’s yarns
(Note: if you missed my last post about spinning a year of yarns, here it is. I hope to be writing in something like real time reasonably soon, and this is the first of my catch-up posts.) The year did not start off great. I woke up on New Year's Day with a beast of… Continue reading January’s yarns
Each time I receive the annual reminder from WordPress that it's time to renew my blog domain, I cringe at how long it's been since I've written, and wonder if I should keep it. In the 6 years since I walked away from (most forms of) social media, I've become less and less used to… Continue reading A year in yarns
Today marks one year since Marc and I moved into our new home, a sweet little post-war era house in the lovely San Diego neighborhood of Talmadge. As I look back at the past year of healing, change, and growth, and the difficult period of life that came before it, I'm profoundly grateful for everyone… Continue reading A love note
It's been a while. In every area of my life, I've been trying to avoid answering the question "How are you?" and this blog has been no exception. The honest answer is that I'm not doing well, and I've run out of ways to navigate around saying that - to others, and to myself. I… Continue reading Treading water
We adopted you on a Tuesday. June 14, 2005. We'd seen your funny face on the website of the county animal shelter the night before, and you were just who we'd been looking for. Terrier mix #A1025967. I went to visit you first thing in the morning, and learned you'd recently been adopted out but… Continue reading In loving memory
It's good to be back. A few weeks ago I packed up the car and headed for the beautiful red rocks of Utah for the St. George Marathon: my first time leaving California or racing any distance since the COVID-19 pandemic started, and my 23rd marathon. As with many things about life these days, nothing… Continue reading Rose-colored
About halfway through a recent long run, I was making my way slowly up an incline when another runner - much faster, stronger, and younger than I am - passed me on the left. During the brief moment that we were shoulder-to-shoulder, they looked over at me and said "You are so impressive!" It was… Continue reading Over the hill
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