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Three bits of sunshine

Class starts!

For most of last year, I was part of a writing group that met at our local senior center. I love being in a school/classroom setting and my fellow writers were so encouraging and talented, so it really filled my cup. But last fall, I decided to take a break and what a mistake that was! My class starts again today and I can’t wait to see what everyone has been up to and read their incredible short stories and prompts.


While the internet can sometimes be the worst (hello, trolls), it can also allow us to connect with loved ones far away in ways we couldn’t otherwise. This week a good friend received some really bad news and I felt so powerless and wanted to do something nice. If the physical distance wasn’t so great, I would have whipped up a good old fashioned Midwestern casserole to drop off. That wasn’t an option, so instead I was able to have some food and other items delivered to their door. I used Prime Now, but Like Neighbors or a similar service are all great ways to help out if you find yourself in the same situation.

New vacuum!

After debating whether to get a new vacuum for way too long and then which one, I finally bought one! I chose to go with a Dyson that was on sale, and I’m glad that I did. It does a very good cleaning the floors and the couch. It was horrifying and fascinating to vacuum a few rugs that were recently cleaned with our old model and see how much yucky stuff came up! Ew. I think this will work wonderfully for every day cleaning jobs (I tend to vacuum about every other day because I have long hair plus two very furry puppies), but we’ll still keep our ‘ol reliable plug in vacuum for big jobs, like when we baking soda the couch and rugs every once in a while.

Four things I can't stop thinking about right now

This four part post on @humansofny

These posts gutted me. I kept waiting for the next one to be uploaded so I could read the rest of the story. Click on the image or this link to @humansofny’s page to read the other two parts.

Brandon Stanton, the person behind the camera, is such an amazing story teller and humanitarian. I love it when he leaves New York to travel and tells the stories of those he encounters along the way.



I’m taking a break from coffee at the moment, which is going surprisingly well. Only one raging headache so far!

So I’m making tea my new best friend. My favorite place to pick up tea is from Tea Chai Te in Sellwood. It’s located inside of a historic red caboose, and it’s precious. My current favorite is their rose peony tea, which has a delicate flowery flavor. Get your tea there then walk across the street to Jade and grab a dessert. You won’t regret it!

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Basket case

I’m taking a basket weaving class later this week and I’m super excited about it. I signed up for a three class pass through Assembly PDX, and it has been so much fun! If you’re like me and tend to purchase a lot of arts and craft supplies, but then don’t actually know how to use them — and therefore don’t — taking classes and then deciding if it’s worth the investment might be a really good idea. So far, I’ve taken punch needle and weaving classes, and I’d highly recommend both. Cheers to getting crafty!

Book club

I told my husband earlier this week that I’m hosting book club at our house and he responded, “What book club?” So I guess that means I should probably both read the books and attend more often. This month, I’m managing both! So maybe that will start a streak for me.

Our book this month was Notorious RBG and conveniently the new RBG documentary is out on Hulu. Might be time to give it a watch!

My favorite day of the week

We really know how to do Sundays around here. Despite our best efforts to sleep in, we usually wake up early and are sipping coffee by 7. On goes the electric fireplace and a nature documentary, and we snuggle with the doggies on the couch. When the weather is nice out, we sit on the back porch while Barkley chases butterflies. As you can probably imagine, it’s my favorite day of the week.

Please note that we have moved on to watching Crocodile Dundee, which is practically a nature documentary if you ask me.

Please note that we have moved on to watching Crocodile Dundee, which is practically a nature documentary if you ask me.

Terry the terrarium

Meet Terry

I stopped by my favorite local shop last week to buy myself a little happy during kind of a cruddy week. It's an apothecary called Milwaukie Mercantile and they sell the best chapstick along with herbs, soaps, and plants. This is the place where my fun money budget goes to die. They had an adorable terrarium there, but I was a babe with an already full basket. I already have plenty of succulents to kill at home, so I decided that I could make it myself. 

Next up was a quick run through the aisles of my corner Salvation Army. The pricing there absolutely kills me sometimes. 🤦🏻‍♀️


I picked up a glass bowl there for about $6 and two packages of rocks from the Dollar Tree next door. $8 for this beauty! Not bad. I'm trying to find a dinosaur or some other little creature to add to the mix for some flair. What do you think?


Barkley’s Birthday

Sweet, sweet Barkley turns two this week!

This poor guy is battling a little bit of an eye infection, but worry not: he gets the good treats after his twice daily eye meds. 

This is my one of my favorite pictures of these two guys right after we first got Barks. Thor was a wee bit apprehensive — can you spot him?! — but you’d never know it now. They’re best buds!


Breath of Joy

I wasn't sure if I should laugh or run out the door when my yoga teacher Elaine decided to share the breath of joy with us for the first time. She was kind of flinging her arms around and making weird sounds, and good gracious I'm a little granola but deep down inside I'm still a Midwesterner. 

I decided to go along with the rest of the class, and either the sheer silliness of how we all felt or the extra oxygen entering our bloodstreams made us all feel joyful. 

This is a great thing to do when you need a pick-me-up in the afternoon. I usually do this five times in a row and then stand still for 20 or 30 seconds before going about my day. 

Let me know what you think if you decide to try it. Videos encouraged! 

Thanks for making it this far! I’d love to hear from you. How are you doing?

Is it weird to throw a birthday party for a dog? Asking for a friend.

With love,

The long and shorts of it: my struggle with body image

If I'm being honest, I'm not crazy about my body. I've always hated my legs and these days, especially, they're not pretty. I've got cellulite running up and down the back of them. My thighs seem to explode up my legs after my skinny calves and knobby knees into a gelatinous mess. I avoided shorts for years, wearing flowing skirts or pants even in the heat of the summer. While this photo makes me cringe, it also makes me proud. 


It's easy enough to compare my body to other people's. I'm smaller than some, but bigger than others. And even when I was younger and thinner, I wasn't thrilled with how I look. 

I've been taking yoga classes regularly for a little over a year now. I'm breathing and sweating and downward dogging with people, mostly women, representing a wide variety of sizes and life experiences. Some are younger, but most are older than I am. Each and every class, the teacher reminds us not to compare ourselves to the person on the mat next to us.

It is a good reminder that I should appreciate the abilities of my body. Some classes, I can slide easily into a pose. Other times, it's a struggle and it hurts. I need to ease up and be gentle with myself, both in the yoga studio and in my everyday life.

My legs may not look like Gigi Hadid's in shorts, but they help me get from A to B. They're strong, and I like the way they feel when I'm stretched out in pigeon pose. 

When I (hopefully one day) have children, I don't want to miss out on chasing them around the beach in a bathing suit because I feel too fat. And I certainly don't want to pass on my own self-image issues. 

So I'm going to keep moving my body in yoga class because it makes me feel healthy and strong. Maybe one day I'll confident in shorts, but I'm going to keep wearing them either way. 

Memories from my Mammaw's house

When we took Della, the vintage camper, back to her parking spot on Sunday, a bunch of weeds caught my eye. Seeing them took my breath away. No, not because of allergies — although, they're really giving me a run for my money at the moment — but because they reminded me of my Mammaw's house. Those weeds were the scent of my childhood.

I spent so much of my early years at my Mammaw's house, wreaking havoc with a gaggle of cousins. Many of my happiest childhood memories are running free in her yard, picking persimmons, and doing things that would cause modern parents huge amounts of anxiety (but were perfectly acceptable for children in the 80s). 

After my sister taught me how to get sent home from school — go to the nurse twice in one day for any reason — I spent most of the first grade recovering from my "tummy troubles" and "headaches" at my grandmother's house. The school secretary would call her up, and she'd pull into the school parking lot in her ancient bronze-gold car and I was free. In between watching her shows and eating canned chicken and dumplings together, she taught me how to sew and quilt. 


My grandmother passed away more than a decade ago, and I can't tell you how much I miss her. Sometimes it hurts to think about it, and I wish she were around to meet my husband and be entertained by my crazy dogs and sew tiny quilts for the babies I hope to have someday. While she's no longer here, I'm still constantly learning from her.

My grandmother was still sharp as a tack when she passed away at 90, likely due in no small part to her daily word search habit. She kept her mind engaged and didn't let it turn to mush. Whether this was a conscious effort or just part of who she happened to be, I'll never know. I try to follow in her footsteps, and I think of her as I'm scanning the jumble of letters for the right word or when I try something new that scares me. 


My grandmother was the most generous person I've ever known. She grew up poor in an area that was poor long before the depression hit. She could have, and logic would dictate, should have been tight with her money. Instead, she spent all year crafting handmade Christmas gifts for her family and random strangers that tagged along, shared food and whatever she had with anyone who needed, and slipped me a $20 bill for gas money every time I came home from college. I am nowhere near as generous, and I would like to cultivate this same spirit of generosity in her memory.


My grandmother recognized the importance of family and always put them first, and they in turn loved and adored her. While she grew that family, she had 11 children after all — we're quite fertile people, sometimes you build your family in other ways whether that be friends, fellow volunteers, marriage, adoption, or procreation. I need to be better about checking in with my people, building them up, and loving and supporting them along the way. Sometimes I let distance be my excuse, but one of my goals is to be a better friend and family member.

These are just three of the many things my Mammaw taught me. What's the most import thing that you've learned from your grandmother?