It was the first week of the first Spring that we lived in Marble. Daddy had bought a piece of vacant land that was nestled in a forest of aspen trees and his plan was that we would spend the Summer building a cabin on the land so that we could sell it and makeContinue reading “The Grass is My Rug, The Earth is My Floor – A Mountain Story”
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Kept Promises are the Best Promises – A Very True Story
A Short and very true explanation for why I do not kill spiders….. Just outside of an especially small town in New Mexico, down an especially long dirt driveway, there is an especially odd little house made of rocks. Inside the little rock house is a tiny bathroom with crooked tile in the shower, aContinue reading “Kept Promises are the Best Promises – A Very True Story”
“Born to Shop”
I wore the same shirt from the age of ten to fourteen. That is four years. It was a white boxy t-shirt with a disheveled rabbit on the front of it. The rabbit was carrying a number of shopping bags and it read underneath the image ‘Born to Shop’. The cheap cotton of theContinue reading ““Born to Shop””
Holding the Storm
If there was one word that would sum up my entire childhood it would have to be Misunderstood. I had a knack for expressing myself in ways that very few people related to. I was angry, dramatic and resentful and I let everyone know about it. In spite of an obviously traumatic childhood, my emotionalContinue reading “Holding the Storm”
My Daddy’s Mountain Stories – Part Two
Another excerpt from my book about growing up in the mountains. In remembrance of my wild and crazy mountain man Dad! …….The snow brought fun times as well, while my daddy was still alive. He would invite our friends from town to come up and hang out with us. Mysteriously, it was considered fun to come toContinue reading “My Daddy’s Mountain Stories – Part Two”
Where I Have Been
It has been too long since I posted a blog, I am sorry for that. Usually when I sit down to write my problem is choosing which thought to share, which story to tell. Words are puppets and I am the puppet master. They do what I tell them to and dance for my pleasure.Continue reading “Where I Have Been”
Real Kings Don’t Live in Castles
I have spent the last year and a half living in real houses. I mean houses with foundations, walls, roofs, plumbing, electricity and carpet that matches throughout the home. Eighteen hundred square feet of everything Americans are taught to dream about. I should be thrilled and satisfied. Instead I am conflicted, confused and frustrated. IContinue reading “Real Kings Don’t Live in Castles”
Geri Rene 