And I’m not really a snow girl. Or at least, that's what I've always told myself. Stepping gingerly through frosty terrain brings back the feelings of awkwardness from middle school. I’m Bambi on ice: uncoordinated, insecure, and hyper-aware of my every move. Add the layers of clothing required to keep my reptilian bones warm, and … Continue reading Baby, It’s Cold Outside
We all have stories we were told as children: stories that affected our sense of self-worth. Which ones are holding you back? And which ones, when you let them go, will set you free?
Postpartum depression. Each episode began the same way…like falling down a mineshaft in slow motion. I was painfully aware of my descent, but powerless to stop it. From the depths of depression, the climb back to the world above seemed insurmountable. No one who knew me guessed I was a suicide risk. Nothing in my … Continue reading X
I distinctly remember the old movie projector from my kindergarten classroom. On movie day my teacher, Miss Mary, carefully fed the beginning of the film strip into the slot on the front of the projector. She switched on the power; the motor whirred to life and the movie that unfolded transported me to another world. … Continue reading Five Essential Items for Full-Time RV Living
As a child, I had always been fascinated by the night sky, but something unexpected happened when I moved out of my traditional home in the suburbs and plunged into my new, nomadic way of living. Without a permanent roof over my head, I became acutely aware of the phases of the moon. The year … Continue reading Courage, The Snow Moon, and the Year Ahead
The little bell jingled insistently as the shop door closed behind me. "I'm hoping you can help me select some yarn for my project.""Oh, do you knit?" The shopkeeper asked expectantly."No. I unknit, mostly.""Unknit?" she asked, frowning."Yes," I replied. "It's when you cast on 20 stitches or so and then, after ten minutes of knitting, … Continue reading Tangled Yarn: A Tale of Dropped Stitches and Boosted Confidence
Thirty-five That's the number of times I've moved. Unless, of course, you include all of the mornings I hitched the fifth wheel to the back of the truck (AKA The Beast) and towed our home on wheels to yet another campsite. Or a trailer park. Then my move tally would be somewhere near 97. But, … Continue reading What I Learned From a Life on the Move