thoughts, tales and travels
Eugene to Sacramento. Sacramento to Glenwood Springs, Colorado. Glenwood Springs to Denver. Tuesday, April 21. We left Eugene station around 5 and headed east by the I-5 underpass that we walk under so often on our home-base park walks. We were barely acquainted with life in a mini sleeper car...
Hopped on a bus with some neighbors last Saturday to defend American democracy. It was a gorgeous day. Crowds were huge and peaceful. It’s bizarre to be living in an actual world where real people are so responsible, passionate, thoughtful, and generous with their time. And then turn on the...
Had a wonderful getaway with family to celebrate my 75th birthday. The weather was cloudy and chilly, but nobody was complaining. Everyone was coming from worse weather at home. We had everything we needed at the Bahia resort on Mission Bay, including a restaurant with firepit tables. Bill’s grandson Charlie...
Quiet Christmas, grateful for family and friends and the wood ducks and bufflehheads on the peaceful canal this morning.
My maternal great-grandmother, “Grandmom Martin” (1882-1974), was the first of my ancestors to settle in the small bayside town of Bowers Beach, Delaware. But it wasn’t by choice. Alice Pauline Anderson, born in Philadelphia, lost her mother when she was about six years old. I was told when I was...
Celebrating Teresa’s birthday Walking in our park. Zombie dancing with Thrill The World Eugene
A beautiful day on earth. Blue sky above drifting fog. The cormorants are back. I’m so happy to be able to walk 3 miles in the park with Bill. His recovery from knee replacement surgery is going smoothly now, so he can take the ups and downs and uneven surfaces...
I read this novel for the first time when I was about 13 years old on my best friend’s recommendation. I believe it was the first book I chose from the adult room in the Dover Public Library. My mother’s father started out as a sharecropper, and the voices of...
Delicious breakfast scramble at Buddy’s, home of fluffy biscuits, enormous portions, shiny chrome, and marvelous 50s junk. And then a peaceful interlude, sitting on sun-warmed rocks by the Willamette River .
My short story “Exposure,” based on the experience of viewing the 2017 total solar eclipse and on the later experience of the Covid-19 pandemic in Oregon, has been published in Ginosko Literary Journal. I viewed the eclipse with my husband and two dear long-time friends, so the antics of the...
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