Scenes of Christmas in the Mountains

Merry Christmas one and all! I hope everyone reading this had a beautiful and restful Christmas with family and friends, near and far. I wanted to share some Christmas photography that I’ve taken throughout my travels in the mountains of Western NC this holiday season. Along with the pictures, I hope you enjoy the seasoned…

I’m Taking it Back

In Cheryl Sandberg’s recent memoir, Option B, she asks what we have “taken back” since experiencing a life-altering loss.   I’m reading Option B as a mini book club of sorts with my best friend. We read a chapter each week and then email each other our thoughts and feelings. We all have a Plan…

I’m Being Followed

My husband attended a particularly dreary doctor’s appointment with me in November, and afterwards he took me to the Asheville Arboretum for a mental reprieve. These pictures were taken from that fall afternoon. Looking at the last rays of sunlight filtering through the trees, I didn’t focus on how beautiful nature’s shadow was. I thought…

6 Different Ways to Donate this Holiday

  In conjunction with my Adventures in Volunteering series , I wanted to write a blog on donating. Volunteering doesn’t always have to be giving of our time. It can also consist of giving needed items or cash donations. Many of us don’t have the time to volunteer, and giving monetarily can go a long…

A Thanksgiving to forget

  We’ve all been there. My fellow club members know what I’m talking about. (For those of you wondering what club this is-don’t worry-it’s not one you voluntarily join. It’s for us poor sods who have lost a loved one or more.) Shout out to all my grief warriors–I’ve had one of those holidays–the type…

The Beat-Up Roasting Pan

Originally posted on WRITE OUTSIDE:
I love to share this, my very first blog post, every Thanksgiving as it holds much meaning to me. It’s been published in a few papers and a magazine, so I feel these feelings resonate with others as well. Hope you enjoy-again!! What are your plans this Thanksgiving? Are you…

Grief is a Dog.

Originally posted on Alice in Authorland:
“Your real life, your whole life, is worth getting your heart broken a few thousand times.” ~ Martha Beck Take a vacation with Grief. Take the trip. I’m not talking about going somewhere, but getting to the bonfire of your broken heart. Take a vacation with Grief the way…

The nine stages of trying NOT to write at work

Originally posted on The Cat's Write:
If you’re a writer, undomesticated equines probably can’t stop you from writing wherever and whenever the tantalising desire strikes. It is a magnetic force that consumes you for a few minutes to a few days at a time, and it can strike randomly and without prejudice. But, unfortunately… there is one…

Write Outside: Autumn

It’s the end of October and autumn has finally showed up. Red, orange and yellow hues slowly crept their way across the mountains, but after the cold snap this weekend the colors have popped! To celebrate our anniversary a week early, we drove all over the Blue Ridge Parkway and its surrounding towns. The hardwoods…

If my Parents were here…

Today, October 1st 2017, would be my parent’s 40th wedding anniversary- were they alive.   I wish so much that I could wish them a Happy Anniversary, throw them a party or hell…just have a conversation or  a laugh with them. I would love to be able to hug them.   Both their lives greatly…

Adventures in Volunteering- Kidsitting

Not all volunteering has to involve helping strangers in need. When looking for volunteering opportunities I also looked in my inner circle as well. Close friends of ours are parents to two young children. In the past, I have tried to make an effort to give them a parent’s night out, away from places that…

No Matter the Stage, We are Never Irrelevant

Originally posted on Sumyanna Writes:
? ? In the autumn sunshine, wind whistles through the eaves of trees and leaves continue their lusty dance full of life and longing. You can hear them rattle against graying branches until at last, they are set free. They wander the hillside in masses twirling, twisting and writhing upon…