Crashing Parties

Last night I crashed a party: a St. Patrick’s Day potluck at the Senior Center. This is not the first time. Over the past few years I amused myself many times by showing up at their shindigs. This is not a serious crime since they encourage me to attend even though I am not yet…

Western Style Rising

In my book, “Whirled: Life, Loss, and Healing on the High Plains” I mention that I never made a transition to wearing western clothes after moving to Wyoming. I always feel inauthentic. So I have no idea what drove me into the Country Store yesterday to buy jeans. I ended up with a pair of…

Woman Cave Project Update

I was not able to get the slipcovers made during the Olympics because I couldn’t get inside Half Moon for the cushions! The camper sat patiently under a layer of snow. Silly planning. Anyway, I have the cushions now and will get to them soon. Since the Olympics are over I must find another block…

Lessons from the Olympics #1

The Olympics are always inspiring, enlightening, and full of life lessons. I look forward to learning about a new place and watching in-depth interviews with athletes. Even the youngest athletes motivate me to strive for my own personal best. So, I have been watching closely for valuable information and endearing stories. Here is the first…

Knee Socks

I missed the poodle skirt era. We had plaid skirts and knee socks. I still remember a brown and blue plaid skirt and matching knee socks that I wore in Junior High School. This photo is remarkable similar: Shortly after that era, young women started wearing pants to school. Knee socks were less visible but…