Goin’ to Kansas City, Kansas City, here we come! Looking forward to BBQ, Jazz & Museums day after tomorrow. Left Seattle on July 8th. Here’s where we’ve been: Ellensburg, WA; Spokane, WA; Missoula, MT; Dillon, MT; Brigham City, UT; Moab, UT; Albuquerque, NM; Amarillo, TX; Oklahoma City, OK; Fort Smith, AK; Little Rock, AK Memphis, TN; Nashville, TN,Continue reading “Where are Diane and Bill?”
The Pacific Northwest where I have lived is not a highly churched area. The difference between Seattle and cities in the South and Midwest is marked as we travel. Gigantic crosses can be seen from the interstate. Some campground offices are closed on Sunday mornings for church; one we visited held services in its communityContinue reading “Vignettes from the road: Church and religion”
Marie Thompson, a young black woman who was murdered in Kentucky, keeps me awake at night with fierce whispering from her grave. She insists I pay attention to the story of her lynching that took place over 100 years ago where I am visiting in Shepherdsville, KY. Every place we stand has a history to tell; often itContinue reading “Say her name: The lynching of Marie Thompson in Kentucky”
September 7, 2016 Two years ago today, Bill and I committed to risk a major life change. We were driving on Whidbey Island, immersed in its beauty and peacefulness as we celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary. The last few years had been difficult ones as my aging parents had lived with us and my workContinue reading “Saying “Yes!””
Type that into google Maps and Sophia, our travel trailer, is within 50 feet of that spot. Also called Goose Point on Phillpott Lake in southwest Virginia. A common metaphor used to describe the strange complexity of chaos theory is that of a butterfly beating its wings in Tiananmen Square in Beijing (39°54’26.4″N 116°23’27.9″E) causingContinue reading “36°48’16” N 80°3’5″ W”
Seattle, Ellensburg, Spokane, Missoula, Dillon, Brigham City, Moab, Albuquerque, Amarillo, Oklahoma City, Fort Smith, AK, Little Rock, AK, Memphis TN, Nashville, TN, Great Smoky Mountains, Tennessee, Greensboro, North Carolina.
The first 25 feet is a slow slide down the gravel, the brakes are a whimsy. We come to a stop and face the reality that the only direction we can take is to keep going ahead. In 1976 an old and dear friend of mine, Susan Morris, taught me that there are always moreContinue reading “The first 25 feet is a slow slide . . .”