The Wind Book-ends Our Lives
I meant to take a photo so that we could memorialize pulling up the paper on the floors at the …
Category Archives: Bittersweet Reflections
On the Meaning of the Post-fire Restocking My Herbs and Spices
One of the first things we got after the fire was a small order of spices from Penzeys Spices. It …
Our Intertestimental Era
We each had some clothes when we left our home on that fateful afternoon of June 28, 2012. When we …
I Came and There Are Rainbows
When we decided to stop building our house that was burned, along with 65 others, in the Charlotte Mink Creek …
“First Time Since the Fire” Experiences
We bought huge steaks yesterday since they were on sale and decided to have a barbeque celebration-send off dinner for …
It Is Written In Stone
Some things are written in stone. We say “it’s not written in stone” when we expect the person with whom …
To Do Lists and Are We There Yet
For months after the fire my mantra was “I just want to go home.” After a while that grief-weary feeling …
At This 400th Post
Here it is, post number 400. I am not sure why that seems like an important milestone but right now …
Lying in the Bottom of the Boxes
At the house yesterday and today we got the “wet area flooring” meaning we now have plank vinyl in our …
Unease, Disquiet, and Discontinuity
Over the past 21 months since we lost our house to the wildfire that took most of our neighborhood where …
Building One Home 