Being in Boston, Chapter 1

“Oh, I love that dirty water…Boston you’re my home.” No, that’s not me waxing lyrical with a popular sports anthem; that’s what a mom and her two daughters were singing as springer spaniel Molly (more on her later) and I took our evening constitutional through the brownstones of Boston tonight. I haven’t taken many photosContinue reading “Being in Boston, Chapter 1”

Fall trees, or a sign of change to come

Fall in the Ozarks is a glorious time. On a sunny, blue-skied day, even the most skeptical among us probably believe in some form of higher power, because it’s just inspiring to imagine that the fiery reds and yellows and oranges result from the sweep of a divine brush over the landscape. And then youContinue reading “Fall trees, or a sign of change to come”

Notes from Beantown

Well, I’m in Boston, y’all. ¬†About to head home, but I’ve been here for about 5 days. Which is wicked cool, by the way. I’m here exploring a possible job opportunity, and it turns out that I’m also prompting some serious headwork about this whole job hunting thing. There are about a dozen different thoughtsContinue reading “Notes from Beantown”

Saturday Lunchtime Laudable: The Lilac version

“All in all it’s been a tough week.” For those who accuse President Obama of being elitist, I think you can agree that his statement last night is right on. This morning, I felt almost guilty for waking up with joy in my heart when I thought of heading out into the sunshine to theContinue reading “Saturday Lunchtime Laudable: The Lilac version”


No one in my circle can really believe what’s gone down this week. We’ve had bombs at the Boston Marathon, where 3 people lost their lives, and many more their limbs. A fertilizer plant exploded in Texas, killing nearly 5 times that many and wounding hundreds. The Senate defeated a gun-control measure that by allContinue reading “Unsettled…”