Tag Archives: Hope

Crossing Over

I crossed the Mississippi River yesterday, Iowa behind me, Illinois ahead of me. The river, slate gray and stunningly wide, spilled its banks. To one side of the interstate, water flooded back yards and fields. To the other side, the … Continue reading

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The Round Earth

I am writing from Puyallup, Washington on the Fourth of July. A friend and sorority sister from college days has basically adopted Connor and Beasley and me, bringing us into her lovely home and spoiling us rotten with comfy bed, … Continue reading

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The Turning

I am writing this post from a small sweet campground just south of Olympia, Washington. Last night I heard coyotes singing, and this morning a rooster shouted insistently to say it was time to get up. Tall cedars and hardwoods … Continue reading

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Mt. Shasta, Part 2

I’ve told myself from the beginning, I can go home whenever I want. If I hate it, this traveling life, this vagabond existence, this uprooted way, I can go home, climb back into my old life, pick up where I … Continue reading

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Always Dreaming

SATURDAY: I am sitting on my bed in my studio apartment looking out the wide window that faces the beautifully luminous Mt. Shasta, just eight miles away from here. The mountain, still snow-covered, is actually made up of four volcanoes. Fumaroles … Continue reading

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