Bumblebees and Fishing Poles

Though I was born a Valley Girl, I was transplanted to a remote dairy farm in western Oregon when I was almost five years old. So what did a kid do for entertainment back then? I had my own agenda which involved first heading to the lookout point on the hill at the end of... Continue Reading →

My Dying Garden

I have determined that I do not possess a green thumb and think I'm finally ready to acknowledge that the grass truly is greener on the other side, because that's where it's watered more. There's an age-old lesson to be learned from this that applies to life and relationships and perhaps I'll dwell on that... Continue Reading →

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