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 “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”

— Sylvia Plath.

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Grasping at Gratitude

November is supposed to be all about Thanksgiving, and being filled with appreciation, and counting your blessings. Looks like this pilgrim missed the Mayflower. I have not exactly been brimming with gratitude. I miss my house. I dislike cold weather. Most notably, however, I am totally fed up with RV warranty repairs, dealerships, and motorhomeContinue reading “Grasping at Gratitude”

Vagabond Vicissitudes

I sobbed out loud when I closed the front door for the final time. I loved my home and will always treasure the memories that reverberate within its walls. It’s real. Our beloved home has been sold and we have taken up residence in a truck. It’s a nice truck, with plumbing and refrigeration, andContinue reading “Vagabond Vicissitudes”

Bittersweet Beginnings

I knew that the time would come, some day, to say goodbye to my home of fifteen years. It is through tears that I reminisce about the joyous days that I have had here. It is here that I became a grandmother. It is here that I took care of my ailing mother. It isContinue reading “Bittersweet Beginnings”

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