Category: Family

Crumbling Bridge Heritage Trail drawing

Why, How, What the…

18 July 2012

I wanted to share with you some tiny excerpts from an essay I’m working on right now. I’ve learned that even just blogging an essay is considered published, so I will have to alter what and how I blog from now on. But I promise to continue snippets of my work as well as drawings … More Why, How, What the…

Flashback Friday in honor of Comic-Con: Lord of the Rings Family Fun

13 July 2012

In honor of Comic-Con weekend, I’m sharing a little family-wide dorkiness. For my sister’s 40th birthday party, we held a costumed Lord of the Rings theme party. A costume site afterward posted a few of the designs created, and I’m sharing that with you today, because I am backlogged on commitments right now and need … More Flashback Friday in honor of Comic-Con: Lord of the Rings Family Fun

Points of gratitude today. Regatta post tomorrow.

10 July 2012

Grateful… For my husband. There is nothing that equals a marriage except one that contains the best friendship you could ever imagine. For a mentor and friend, who reminded me this morning that “Life is a privilege. It’s not why. It’s how.” For the Madison Indiana Observer, who gave me a lovely shout-out yesterday…

Heritage Trail Day 2: Grief and Loneliness…and one more wipeout.

3 July 2012

If you prefer your Marla in a box of sunshine, this post is not for you. Close the window and return tomorrow. There will be a new rainbow, or fluffy kittens and plenty of sunshine when you come back, and our relationship will be none the worse for it. But today I’m lonely. I’m sad. … More Heritage Trail Day 2: Grief and Loneliness…and one more wipeout.

Murder and Compassion. Am I rising above, or failing the victims?

5 June 2012

I will probably be disgusted with myself for this post longer than you can hate me for typing it, for thinking it, for sharing it. But these murders so close to where we grew up have left us all sick, or confused, or angry, or hateful, vengeful, feeling everything and nothing, and knotted at each … More Murder and Compassion. Am I rising above, or failing the victims?