The Bottom of the World

Reminiscence’s of my first trip to New Zealand Thirty-Three years ago The view from Mt. Victoria from Devonport, across the bay from Auckland New Zealand Throw away the girdles and let your seams out. The fresh bread shops, green grocer and butcher are alive and well at the bottom of the world, in New Zealand. Take a deep breath, turn your mind back twenty years and forget the worries of our ever increasing plastic society and the long gas lines. Enter a world where wringer washers are the common place and big fancy cars are almost nonexistent. Tea time in … Continue reading The Bottom of the World

What would Tina do?

What would my daughter have done, if she were still alive? I look to the heavens even now after six years and  still ask myself, out loud at repeatedly, “what would Tina do?”  I know the answer, and it helps me get through some very tough and awkward times.  She died on August 29, 2007, one day before my husband and my anniversary.  “Ouch” say many who find this out. The day she found out she had cancer is just before Thanksgiving, another ‘Ouch’. Her birthday is right before Christmas, the biggest ‘Ouch’ of all. It’s been over five years … Continue reading What would Tina do?


Webster’s dictionary states that ‘withdrawal’ is: “a retreat or retirement especially into a more secluded or less exposed place or position.” My husband and I experienced this syndrome recently.  Not from drugs or from alcohol but from computers, television, cell phone reception, and even radio.  Yes, we were cut off from the civilized world of electronics.  No news, Facebook, the Stock Market, or online games.  Totally isolated from noise.  The only thing we could hear was the sound of pounding surf from the Pacific Ocean, and the pounding rain on the roof of our newly purchased 32′ motor home equipped … Continue reading Withdrawal

A Piece of Peace

With all the fighting in Iraq, Afghanistan, Egypt and other places on this big blue globe we humans share, we as Americans forget one faction of people from other parts of the world who fight inwardly everyday for rights we take for granted. These people want only one small thing. To worship freely and openly as Christians, Judaism, Buddhist, Catholics, and yes Muslims, plus the many other faiths that form the world population. We as Americans, many of us living in the suburbs of our cities and towns, surrounded by nationalities from throughout the globe, cannot understand why they, the … Continue reading A Piece of Peace

Memory Challenge

Many ‘brainiacs’ have made up ‘games’ to strengthen your memory (especially for us ‘older’ generation hippies.  I’m not ready to shell out money to do what I can with a variety of computer games that are basically the same as the paid for brain tests. Having a stroke last year left me with the ability to walk/talk and chew gum at the same time, but took away my most cherished thing; words!  Being a writer all my life, I have prided myself on the ability to write and speak quickly of a subject I know or knew.  Simple little things … Continue reading Memory Challenge

How Green Were My Hills

Scattered around my chair on the floor, are 30 years worth of magazine and newspaper articles.  Colorful people, all with their roots in the Great Northwest, all with a feeling for their community and a lifestyle they know is unique in this place we live in. From a music store owner to a sheep farmer, their reasons for the lifestyles they chose are a story in themselves.  And well, that’s why I wrote about them.  They were colorful, or interesting, or doing something that was just a little out of the ordinary.  Or……..they just were fantastic individuals with a yarn … Continue reading How Green Were My Hills

Little League Football Moms

Football is a mans’ game, or so they tell us women.  They run plays, call out innings, and make sure there’s a goalie behind the backstop. Little League football  is a nation-wide occupation for thousands of parents on Saturday and Sunday, through September, October and November.  The action is never covered by the large newspapers,  nor is it announced over a national radio station by big name announcers, or even televised locally.  The games are organized, planned and coached by fathers.  But they are worried over and scrutinized by mothers. These mothers sit all week-long at the practice field watching … Continue reading Little League Football Moms