As I live my life, my mission is to enjoy the laughter of grandchildren; give ear to the conversations with my girls; encounter new friends and kindred souls; discover magical hamlets and hideouts along dusty back roads, and above all, I want to quietly listen to the One that holds my heart in His Hands.
Month: January 2024
If Only
“Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake & help us see we are worth so much more than we’re settling for.”
― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass
“Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake & help us see we are worth so much more than we’re settling for.”
― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass
If I could have peered into the future, I would have changed one event in my life. After my high school graduation, I wish I had stayed in California and lived with my grandmother. We missed each other terribly, and Colorado could have waited. My grandmother, my rock, the one person who always believed in me, died four years after I graduated from high school. More than anything, I have wished to turn back the years and spend that time with my grandmother.
During that time with my Grandma, I could have attended the nearby community college and begun working on my teaching degree. I know I would have been better prepared and more grounded for my future. My grandmother would have provided a loving foundation to keep me on my path.
My senior year of high school, I was a mess. I felt I was in a constant tug-of-war as my parents battled with one another. Their separation and impending divorce left me feeling downcast and desperate for some peace. After graduation, I jumped at the chance when my uncle invited me to visit Colorado. A summer escape and adventure sounded like a wonderful way to clear my head and worries. A few weeks earlier, I had moved in with my grandmother, so I had planned to visit and then return home.
But that summer soothed my heartache, and I felt as if I could breathe once more. Although I missed my family, especially my grandmother, it felt wonderful to be away from the tension. Colorado soothed my spirit. The people, the mountains, and my job quietly restored my peace and hope that my life would change for the better. Leaving the struggles behind, I finally felt as if I could rest and relax. I breathed deeply, laughed often, and genuinely found contentment. Something I had been missing for a very long time. It was the perfect remedy for my unhappiness and uncertainty.
But two weeks of vacation slowly turned into a lifetime. I stayed in Colorado and did not return to California until my grandmother passed. She even made a few trips to Colorado to visit, and she attended my wedding, and I was grateful for those moments. But it was not the same. I missed our quiet afternoons, playing Chinese Checkers, laughing, talking. I have longed for a do-over with more time spent with the woman I adored.
A few years after she died, my marriage began to crumble, but I hung in there for fifteen years. I wanted my daughter to have both parents, but in reality, I believe I made things harder by trying to save my marriage. My ex and I were young and naive when we married, and we really had so little in common, besides our love for the outdoors and our faith in God. For a time, we enjoyed our Colorado playground and church activities, but in our everyday lives, our different ideas played havoc, and our dreams and hopes for the future often collided in too many unhappy moments. Every attempt he made to hold me back only strengthened my resolve. I promised myself I’d earn that degree.
Eventually, he had an affair, and that was the reality check I needed to finally separate myself from such a gloomy situation. Before our separation, I started college; he hated the idea, although that had always been the plan. When our daughter was older, I would go to school. But he resented it. He believed my aspiration doubted his ability to provide. It created even more distance between us. I found confidence, my voice, and people who supported me.
When I learned of his affair, I was hurt. But over time, I saw that his betrayal set me free in ways I could not have imagined. I soon transferred to the university, finished my degree, and began building a career and an exciting new life. I found confidence, my voice, and people who supported me.
Now, years later, I see how life’s most painful moments can gently guide us down paths we never would have chosen, shaping us in ways we could not have imagined. And somewhere in that knowing, I feel my grandmother still beside me, cheering me on, proud of the woman I’ve become.
Presently
Dare I say both? As I ponder about the past and my future, I seem to keep my feet planted somewhere in the middle. My thoughts play a gentle tug of war between yesterday and tomorrow.
As a storyteller and the keeper of family tales and adventures, I dig deep into the past. As I research, I lose myself in my ancestors’ stories. When their lives unfold, I marvel at their strength and persistence. This family line knows courage, overcoming obstacles that most could not even comprehend. The men and women in this family traveled to the New World and cleared a path in the wilderness. While many historical narratives often begin and end with men, I found remarkable women who blazoned their own trails and left a legacy of bold courage and undeniable tenacity. My grandmothers, my aunts, and my damsel cousins marched to their own beat. These spirited women unleashed the bounds that kept them tethered to a world where women lost their voices and freedoms. Often, I chuckle, as I discover their grit and their spunk. But it shouldn’t really surprise me, for, after all, the current female members carry that same DNA mettle. The women in this family lead with courage, compassion, and strength, and I am proud of my heritage.
As for tomorrow, I ponder all the new opportunities that await. As retirement closely looms, I wonder about my future. Will I ever finish my novel? Will I sub or teach humanities or creative writing at the community college? Will I explore the wonders of my home state? All those places I keep meaning “to get to one day.” I must admit it is exciting to know that some of the best days of my life are quietly waiting to unfold.
Well, for now, today’s demands harken. The laundry needs my attention and the bills need to be paid. And best of all the pups need some attention.
Photo by Dawid Zawiła on Unsplash
The Greatest Gift
“Can we just skip to the part of my life where I travel the world?” – Unknown
The greatest gift for me would be to travel the world. I want to visit astounding landmarks and experience diverse cultures. I want to see it all.
However, I’m still a realist and will “settle” for a cabin among Ponderosa Pines in a mountain hamlet in Colorado….a little slice of heaven on earth.
Photo by Alexander McFeron on Unsplash

A Lifetime of Learning
“A teacher’s job is to take a bunch of live wires and see that they are well-grounded.” –Darwin D. Martin
In my home state of Colorado, I have attended three colleges as I pursued my educational goals to become a teacher. In addition, I have taken so many additional courses during my career to keep up my teaching license. But most, I have enjoyed. I really do love learning!
At the age of thirty-three, I decided to follow my dream of becoming a teacher. I attended a community college that was housed in a former prep school for boys. My classes looked out over green pastures with mountain views. Having the local “residents” peer into our classrooms was not unusual. This former city girl enjoyed the locals who called the grassy field home, and I sometimes found it hard to concentrate on lectures, especially when I spotted a sweet-faced calf in the mix.
After receiving my degree, I transferred to a nearby university. It was an amazing journey, and I felt at home while working on my English degree. I met some incredible people and found my voice as I started my writing journey so long ago. It was one of the best decisions I made.
After teaching for the Department of Corrections for five years, I decided to find my way back to public schools and found a job as a sixth-grade language arts teacher. One year later, I enrolled in my graduate courses and received my master’s in culturally and linguistically diverse. The year I enrolled in my program, I discovered we had many students from other nations. We had students who spoke Russian, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, and a few Polish speakers too. The courses designed to help English language learners actually helped all of my students.
Now, as I move closer to retirement, I can honestly say that while teaching has been the most difficult job I have had, it has also been rewarding. I would do it all again.
“A teacher’s job is to take a bunch of live wires and see that they are well-grounded.” –Darwin D. Martin
My Muttley Crew
Any time spent with my pups is playtime. No matter how exhausted or stressed, my Muttley Crew never fails to make me smile. I enjoy their silly antics and how they love to cuddle. Each has such a huge personality for one so tiny. And this lively pair has wiggled their way into my heart. I can’t imagine life without my tiny posse.
Reprieve
Lately, my biggest challenge has been mobility. I live with chronic pain after an accident. Not a day goes by that I don’t experience pain. This winter has been harsh, for the cold weather blasted me with an extra dose of discomfort. But even worse than the pain has been the isolation; it has been difficult to visit with family and friends, and after a long day at work, I am wiped out. The constant affliction wears me out.
So what do I do? I keep moving. Exercise helps, especially the warm therapy pool at the Y. I’ve started chair yoga; I love the stretches. On warm days, I enjoy sitting on the patio watching my pups play while I relax or listen to audiobooks. The sunshine and fresh air help, too. And I remind myself, often, that slowing down to take of myself is okay.
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