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



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



ski redemption date
with my pomapoo sled dog
ready to venture




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.






a winter scene rests
before the real snow comes
and powders us all



just what i needed:
a bluebird ski day Sunday
(for slopes are my church)



the pic of the day:
shattered shards of icy glass
in a parking lot?

a partner ski date
with never-gets-old peak views
and perfect powder?

or my son’s bracelet
two weeks into this new life
we’re building from scratch?

it’s my dilemma:
choosing the best words, pictures
to capture this life


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

so simple, really:
the teens play cabin boardgames
while we ski for love




a cloud beneath us–
powder day brings heaven home
as flakes float our love
