Wonderland – Repost


I didn’t realize I had posted this once before, but I have been feeling a bit nostalgic today remembering the amazing, unique childhood my sister, Erika, and I had.  We were truly two of the luckiest kids I know.


It has become summer time, and my family and I have been living at our mountain home for many weeks. Lily White is an old gold mining camp established in the early 1860’s, and it was named after the wife of the camp boss. At its peak, the population neared about 1000, including Chinese labor. According to legend, rather than pay their wages, the mine owners buried over 100 Chinamen in a mineshaft. Now the mine is nearly invisible and hard to find, buried under the ground and in the hills, hidden from eyes.  The camp has been replaced with several Forest Service cabins including three bunkhouses, a shower house, and the kitchen/dining hall.

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There is a Place Near the Beach – Repost

I am feeling particularly nostalgic today.  I can only hope that when my daughters are my age they have such amazing memories from their childhood.


There is a place near the beach that is my new home, a small apartment in one of many buildings in the village. Each building has four apartments, and they are built on stilts so they don’t flood during monsoon season and heavy rains. I love floating around, swimming under and through the stilts in the afternoons when the rains come. The rough wooden exterior boards are dark mahogany brown much like chocolate, and they are rough like the shell of a brazil nut. My dad and I each have a bed, and they are as soft as a cloud. My favorite part of my bed is the hand-carved Trukese headboard. I like to imagine living in the stories of the warriors and queens honed into the ironwood burnished nearly black. It is not uncommon for me to find one or more geckos lounging on the walls, their bodies neon green in stark contrast to the white walls. They keep me company during the day. Continue reading

As I Age – Repost

I wrote this over three years ago, but I find it more fitting today than I did then, so I am reposting it today.


As I have aged, I have become kinder to myself, and I’ve become less critical of myself.  I have become my own friend.

I have seen many dear friends leave this world way too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Continue reading

An Insult to Women – Give Me a Break!

I normally keep my political and social views relatively quiet, and there are very few things that get me fired up enough to publicly respond.  Today, I read an article titled “Calling Bruce Jenner a Woman is Insulting to Women”, and I became really irritated.  Then I thought  about it more, and I got frustrated.  Now, I’m just mad.


The article insinuates that enabling Bruce Jenner to be called Caitlyn and become a woman essentially takes feminism back to the dark ages because “transgenderism is a direct assault on their entire world view.”  Um, how so?  Feminism is about equality, not dominance, and it would be a pretty pitiful movement if it could be brought to its knees by a man (or a few men) having his penis surgically removed.

I completely disagree. As a feminist and forward-thinker, I do not find it insulting at all that Caitlyn Jenner is being called a woman. Continue reading


I came across a word on a Facebook meme today, and it really resonates with me, and even though we are nearly four months into the year, I am picking it as my word for the year.


  1. a :  intrepidly daring :  adventurous <an audacious mountain climber>
    b :  recklessly bold :  rash <an audacious maneuver>
  2. :  contemptuous of law, religion, or decorum :  insolent
  3. :  marked by originality and verve <audacious experiments>

I aim to live an audacious life!