One time I was walking along the Camino de Santiago through a eucalyptus forest with Julia and Christine and Matt and Marcus. Marcus is a trained mountain man/ lumberjack and we said, “Tell us about these trees, Marcus.” But he just gave us a vague description and I said, “That’s not what I meant.” SoContinueContinue reading “On Koalas, bedbugs…and true love”
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Sorely disappointed with Francine Rivers right about now
First of all, one of my greatest pet peeves will always be people who criticize other people for things they’re not doing. So, like, if you’re all, “Mother Theresa isn’t all that. I mean, what’s she ever done for homeless pets?” Sure, she’s didn’t help pets. BUT SHE DID A WHOLE LOT MORE THAN YOUContinueContinue reading “Sorely disappointed with Francine Rivers right about now”
My Favorite Graffiti
Every time I see this bit of vandalized property, my heart smiles: It’s along the road near my house…a road we frequently drive, walk, run, and bike. Someone painted it on one of those boxes used for monitoring light or electricity or who-knows-what. Here: It’s not very big, you see. It’s at the base ofContinueContinue reading “My Favorite Graffiti”
Seashell Nell 