Crazy Hopeful

I like it here, it's quirky. Knoxville is a city on the rise. Businesses, shops and restaurants are opening, and the downtown is being revitalized. Things I value are held in esteem here -- music, movies, art, theatre, and libraries with actual collections of books in them. There are also farmer’s markets and natural food... Continue Reading →

Leaving Las Vegas

We raised enough money to rent a truck and pay for the gas to get us back across the country a mere five weeks after we arrived in the Las Vegas area. Days were spent – and tears were shed – sorting, letting go and repacking our belongings so it only took us a couple... Continue Reading →

Tough Choices with a Twist

What do you do when you went one way, but opportunity went the other? When it’s just you, a person can take their licks, cut their losses and move on. If others are involved, it’s not so easy. The decision to stand up and say, “I’m sorry I’ve troubled and inconvenienced you, but I’ve had... Continue Reading →

Sometimes, Life Hands You Lemons; Other Times, Life Chucks Them at You or… Life Makes a Hard Left Turn

“Dave wants the house back,” our landlord’s mother told me. In those five words, my life changed.

Only an hour before, I lived in blissful ignorance, planning the coming months as I sought to rebuild my fortunes after a hard six months of helping family members (specifically Daughter #2 and her partner). Joy and sadness have been previously documented in Why Do Terrible Things Always Come in Threes? They would be moving in three weeks, and then, I would step on the gas and start to pull ahead. My illusions shattered.

Our Beautiful Boy

Our new beautiful boy, Rory. He came to us two and a half weeks ago from a local shelter. We didn't want to announce him before we were positive he was absolutely healthy... and is he healthy! The little boy is the light of our lives, highly social -- he needed to be that with... Continue Reading →

Why Do Bad Things Always Come in Threes?

There is a strange horrible beauty to life, and death, sometimes. In the hours after a waterspout over The Chesapeake Bay turned into a tornado and ravaged our town in the earliest hours of Monday, July 24th -- by the flickering light of candles -- my younger daughter miscarried her child. Her sister curled up next to her on the bathroom floor holding her tight as we cried, then laughed, and cried again.

When a Facebook Friend Dies

When a Facebook friend dies there is no protocol to follow. Sometimes the person sets up a list of a few friends to notify and spread the word. Other times, you just hear through a long grapevine and, occasionally, you never know why someone stopped posting. Those latter friends hang out in a strange limbo... Continue Reading →

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