[Utah’s “Mount Doom”, courtesy of the 8/2018 California fires a thousand miles away. Even the air knows we’re all connected]. After my divorce, I read the Lord of the Rings trilogy every year. James (my ex-h) is actually the one who initially said circa 2006 “I bet you’d like the LOTR movies” and he was… Read More Tolkien
So I’m sobbing by the side of the street just west of her house remembering that late night I drove her home. The rain had made the streets flood—windshield as-if submerged—and we had all leaned forward in our seats to better view the spectacle, and there was a sweetness in the car. The two older… Read More Zoe
[Quail mama and tribe, Taylorsville UT, 8/26/18. Look at that little ones legs flying back there. I didn’t get a pic of the ducks from this post because I was driving and kinda wanted to live]. On my way to a sit a few days ago, I was on the stretch of 700 East where… Read More Mama
As life is wont to offer, I have experienced the ins and outs of the deepest darkness and came one desperate night many years ago to be sitting on the back stairs of my home on Garfield Avenue in Salt Lake City trying to sequester myself for the powerful and frightening things that had been… Read More All you have is love
Pic of Kora (a dog I sit for) a few months ago, as she watched the night descend on her Autumn yard. I’m a “seasonal affective disorder” kind of gal so Autumn is always hard for me. The days get noticeably shorter and, here in Utah, things visibly prepare for a harsher reality. It’s all… Read More The end of the growing darkness
Pic: My younger brother Jeff and I circa 1971; I was 3. According to the birth certificate tucked inside my baby book, I was born October 1, 1968 at El Camino Hospital in Mountain View California and my name was “Amy Brook Palleson”. I don’t remember any of the other fluff on it—height, weight,… Read More The journey to “Amy Brook”
