Kristen’s Blog
I love my husband
I love my husband. He was up before the sun, making coffee and writing his blog (www.northforkashes.com) – and these are not the only reasons [...]
Wrestling
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. Margaret Mead What [...]
A Government for the people, by the people…
Yesterday, around 30 neighbors and families attended a hearing at the Capitol on proposed House Bill 32 152, which would raise caps for compensation for [...]
Held together by bailing wire and chewing gum
After smiling the day before, I hoped yesterday would be filled with smiles as well. Not so much. The day started out well. We were [...]
A crack in the armor
Yesterday we smiled. Not that we haven’t smiled at all during the last month but the smiles previously were fleeting and slight. Yesterday we smiled [...]
Healing with the trees
I coach my author clients to sit for as long as it takes to get words on a page. This morning, my resistance is robust. [...]
All of it
My mornings are a combination of checking email and Facebook, making coffee and sitting down to write. I used to treat my writing time as [...]
I just want to go home.
Bad dream early this morning. We were living in a police state where some group had taken over everything. On the surface it looked ok, [...]
Contentment? Je ne sais quoi.
Contentment consists not in adding more fuel, but in taking away some fire – Thomas Fuller On my women’s abundance call, we discussed the concept [...]
The Darkness Descends
Yesterday was dark. I never managed to emerge from the clouds. I saw brief rays of sunshine but they passed quickly and disappeared back into [...]
A Goddess Emerging
I slept in until 7am! Amazing. Not quite rested, but happy that my wee hour wake up did not keep me awake. Although I “slept [...]
Another harrowing tale – a neighbors close call
Occasionally the thought surfaces, “maybe it’s time to start viewing this as an adventure.” For a moment, I see the possibility. Then the grief surfaces [...]