“We’re just looking for a place to exist in this world,” I said to Carol, the obtuse Utah state forestry agent on the phone. It
Author: Rachel
The World That Was Born
Tuesday was a rough day. Libbie was towed up, over, and then down the steep, curving highway along Monarch Pass. Later we wound our white-knuckled
The Present
“Let’s do this,” is a phrase Glenn and I say often to each other. It’s a shared signal that we use to pause and appreciate
A Song of Fire and Ice
On Friday, things got really real when Glenn and I pulled up chocks and rolled out of Mountaindale RV park after a six-week sojourn. The
What’s Next
Everyone who’s pushed long and hard and achieved a major goal is as familiar with the accompanying sense of accomplishment as they are with the
A Place for Everything
Being a neatnik has its advantages. For example, you know where to find your things when you need them – no rummaging necessary. Plus, your
On Amnesia …
… Or How Moving Is Like Childbirth On Friday, Glenn and I – along with my strapping, college-age son – moved our logic- and physics-defyinginly heavy collection
Getting Off on the Wrong Foot
One of the rules we created for our downsizing effort was that anything we keep needs to be of a size the two of us
Island Time
The redemption of a Type A personality is a subtle thing. The pace of life on permanent vacation reverberates with a nearly imperceptible thrum. Like
Home Is Where You Hang Your Hat
What makes a place your home? The phrase “Home is where you hang your hat,” isn’t something I’ve ever given much thought until now. As