The surest sign that autumn is nearby is when my kitchen starts smelling like Apple Cider Donuts. I’m tucked away at our mountain cabin this week, and the crisp chill up here feels downright frosty. To chase away the cold, and with a generous donation of apples from our friends, I’ve been happily baking—apple pie,…
This week has been a hard one. My heart feels heavy—weighted by headlines of extreme violence and the poignant remembrances of 9/11. These moments pull me back to my own memories of turbulent times. Having lived through the 1960s, I can still see those haunting images from Life magazine—the still frame of President John F. Kennedy’s assassination…
Happy September! Since my last August post, life has been a bit of a travel whirlwind—Chicago, Indiana, Ohio, Lake Erie, Phoenix, and now, finally, back at our mountain cabin. I’ll share more details about the trip below, but for now, I can say it feels wonderful to be home. The seasons are gently shifting here: cooler…
After today, there’s just one Saturday left in August. I find myself holding tightly to these final weeks of summer—it’s easy to do in the glorious mountain weather. But tomorrow we’ll be heading back to the Phoenix heat for a short while, and I suspect that within 48 hours I’ll be longing for the first…
As I am writing this, it is a drizzly, quiet late morning here at the cabin. The day started out with quite a surprise~ a big black bear wandered into our yard. Finn’s protective instincts kicked in immediately as his deep, fierce barking sent the bear running off in a hurry. Thankfully, our big white…