Raw and Real

Although pretty “raw,” this video speaks for itself, and the magnitude of the content is undeniably powerful. The first time I watched it, I was overcome by what came up inside.

Tell Me A Story

Whether I’m unpolitical, emotional, or whatever I am or am not, my story matters. So does yours. And together our stories make up the world in which we live.

The Need To Be

At the core, no matter what our age or physical, social or economic position, every one of us needs something worthwhile to do, we need to be needed, to be valuable, to be important.

Going Deeper

More than just About (me), this is some of the backstory.

When It’s Not About You

What do you do with anger and hurt when something happens, or you’re in a situation and you have to be part of it, but it’s hard? You become aware it’s not about you, but you have to live in it.


What if we would recognize the impact of a person before they die?

Pain is a 4-Letter Word

Pain is a 4-letter word. One that’s OK to use. It’s safe to use. Or is it? Pain is physical. Pain is mental. Pain is emotional. Sometimes it’s a combination of those. We talk about pain in different ways for different reasons. There seems to be a need to quantify pain, to compare degrees of…

I’m a Mom

My heart will feel and want; my heart will rejoice and be sad.
I am a daughter. I am a wife. I am a mom. I always will be.

Necessity vs. Invention

It has been said that necessity is the mother of invention. I am a mother, I have 6 kids, and I don’t need any more. But there was necessity, and so, I birthed Invention. We live at the base of a hill at about 8900’ elevation, and the top of our hill is at 9250’….

What’s This?

I’ve discovered that even in the midst of manure, there is often a freshness. It was in the middle of cleaning the barn one day, manure rake in hand, that I realized how intensely therapeutic it all was (is) for me. And I knew that it wasn’t the first time I had come to that realization. In the brightness of the sun shining, with the birds flying in and out of their nest in the barn rafters, and Kody’s soft muzzle against the back of my arm (my “pocket pony” always wanting attention!), I knew I was cleaning out more than barn manure.