art in varied forms:
sharing her colored pencils
and spring popping up


art in varied forms:
sharing her colored pencils
and spring popping up


pretty much our life
once the mountains release us:
a whiteout of stress
the blizzard blew in
and our weekend flew away
(reality bites)


powder has called out
waking us on Sunday morn
a soft, silent church



So Steamboat didn’t happen. They closed I-70 right after we bought chains, and closed 285 right when we’d gathered our courage to leave.
The roads are atrocious, the highways are closed, and it took so much planning and money and sub plans and my entire car packed for six people… And it’s heartbreaking.
And our Airbnb hostess tried to argue with me about going the Walden route and not refunding me.
Bitch, I’m a Taurus, and I WILL spend an hour on hold and send links to every damn CDOT warning ever made to get my money back.
So now I have a snowy weekend with this snow-loving Pomapoo, my money, and my family safe at home.
I love you snow, but you’re kind of killing me right now. Time to get out the Nordic skis.






skiing is a dream
found in powdery wide slopes
in Colorado




in 2019
Bruce learned to ski from up high
into a new life

in 2019
a drain drained our resources
and worsened our debt

in 2019
my girls adjusted again
to life’s challenges

in 2019
we were given the rare chance
to make a difference

in 2019
we traveled through the country
searching for ourselves

in 2020
we’ll make a better life
everywhere we go

my weekend frenzy
with a pink sunrise startup
ending with a tree



trapped in October
a winter snowfall gets lost
among leafy trees

my dog doesn’t care.
he loves snow as he loves me:
unequivocally

sometimes his love hurts
so pure is his devotion
(unreturnable)

like these autumn leaves
that can never give the tree
what it gave to them

moon day on Monday
because the sunrise is pink
but not quite enough
