An Update from Rosedale and 64th Place

This photo makes it clear (or it should) that we have not moved to the Rosedale house yet. It's way past time for an update, so here goes: We sold our Shadow Mountain house in one day to the most lovely couple who taught their little daughters to swim in our pool many years ago. … Continue reading An Update from Rosedale and 64th Place

This Time, Last Year

On Friday, I’m leaving town. It’s not the best time for me to be gone because we run a retail shop and it’s almost Christmas. And yet, it’s the best time for me to be gone because it’s almost Christmas. Dad died one year ago today, so I’m going to Colorado. It was Dad’s favorite … Continue reading This Time, Last Year

The Most Important Room: Before

    The kitchen demolition at Rosedale started two weeks ago but I wasn't there to watch since the kitchen really isn't my territory anymore. Last October Kyle took over the cooking and the result has been more creative meals, experimental dishes, general healthier eating, and happy humming that goes on while the meal is … Continue reading The Most Important Room: Before

The Purge (Part One): The Clothes Closet

When I was five, we took our annual Colorado vacation in the hot month of July, and my mother left my packed suitcase with all my vacation clothes on her bed. She realized this about ten minutes on this side of Amarillo, six hours into the trip, and started sobbing as we pulled into the J.C. … Continue reading The Purge (Part One): The Clothes Closet

Empty House. Deep Breath. Move On.

For months, I was adamant that we would not sell Dad's house. I couldn't imagine letting it go. It held all my parents' stuff, and hanging on to stuff after Dad's death in December was part of the gut-wrenching grieving process. Everything became sacred, even the tacky bird lamp which I plucked from their entryway, along with the table where … Continue reading Empty House. Deep Breath. Move On.

Thoughts on Double-Timing It

Two days before Christmas, I did this to my car. It was completely my fault, and adding insult to injury (actually, my injury was only a bruised leg and a stiff shoulder), I was ticketed for not yielding right of way. And we had to pay for the damage repair. And we lost our good driver … Continue reading Thoughts on Double-Timing It

If You’re Reading This at 5 a.m…

I have a Black Friday shopping story for you. Many years ago Kyle and I got up at 5 a.m. to hunt Furbies, got sick of the whole circus by 7 a.m., and proceeded to slide over to Village Inn for breakfast, empty-handed. No one got a Furby that year, and lest you think that's a fail, we had a very Merry Christmas and … Continue reading If You’re Reading This at 5 a.m…

What We Have Seen

It's been three days since we've been home from Ghana and this time, post-trip, I've done something new and different. I've let down. After previous trips, my routine has been to spring out of bed the morning after and start working. There always seems to be more to do than time to get it done, … Continue reading What We Have Seen

Day Four: Puff Bread, Bed Nets, and Little Girl Dresses

Today is Friday. We are halfway through our time here in Ghana, which is hard to believe. We visited more families today, and made a stop by Ama’s business to treat the staff to Puff bread. The consensus is that everyone in Ankaase should try Ama’s Puff bread! I really wanted to start marketing for her … Continue reading Day Four: Puff Bread, Bed Nets, and Little Girl Dresses

Connecting Across the Continents

Today, it felt like Ghana - hot, sunny, and a little humid. No, actually it was very humid. Yesterday, Chris wondered where all that hot weather was that I had promised her, so today Ghana delivered it. Ah, this feels like the Ghana I know and love. This was a day to catch up with old and … Continue reading Connecting Across the Continents

We’re Back in Ghana: Half of Day One

This is last night’s post, but the WiFi was not cooperating, so I’m once again posting after the fact. Just pretend it is about 3:29 p.m. yesterday, which is when you would have been reading this if all things technical hadn’t fallen apart.  We’re here! Four hours of sleep in 48 hours makes for one … Continue reading We’re Back in Ghana: Half of Day One