My Muttley Crew

Max is the adventurous explorer. He wants to be on his leash, investigating everything and greeting everyone. He is also the mighty hunter of the family; he sometimes brings home very unwanted “treasures.”

Mitzi is the affectionate little diva. She is content riding quietly in a purse, loves cuddles, showers everyone with kisses, and throws a dramatic temper tantrum if her share of chicken arrives late.

Together, they are the Muttley Crew. They are 11-year-old cuddlebugs and troublemakers who dislike being separated, love mountain adventures, enjoy sleeping with Mom or beside the sunny patio door, and know exactly when the car is approaching Dairy Queen because pup cups are expected!

Mountains are Calling

Any chance I get to head to the mountains makes me one happy camper. My pups and I love exploring new trails, relaxing in the fresh air, and simply soaking in the beauty around us.

Dream Destinations

There are so many beautiful places I still dream of exploring. My travel wish list stretches from the castles and green countryside of Scotland and Ireland to the charming streets of Quebec, France, Seattle, and Savannah. I would love to experience Montana’s wide-open landscapes, Yosemite’s majestic mountains, Oregon’s rugged coastline, and the brilliant colors of New England in the fall. Each destination offers something different, but all promise beauty, history, adventure, and stories waiting to be discovered.

More Than a Signature: Why Cursive Still Belongs in Our Schools

One skill I have always considered basic, but one that many young people no longer know, is cursive writing. For generations, students learned cursive alongside reading, spelling, and basic mathematics. Today, however, many schools no longer include it in their curriculum.

As an older teacher, I admit that I find this disappointing. I believe students should learn how to write and read cursive. They do not need flawless penmanship, but they should be able to sign their names, read handwritten notes, and understand historical documents written in cursive. Handwriting carries a personal touch; each curve and stroke reveals something unique about the writer that typed words can never fully capture. A handwritten letter, recipe, or journal entry preserves not only someone’s words but also a small piece of the person who wrote them.

On the other hand, I understand why many schools stopped teaching it. As states added more academic standards, teachers were expected to cover an increasing amount of material within the same limited school year. Something had to be removed, and cursive writing was no longer considered essential. Teachers already struggle to balance reading, writing, grammar, mathematics, science, social studies, technology, and testing requirements. Adding one more expectation to an already crowded schedule is not as simple as it sounds.

Still, I do not believe cursive needs to disappear completely. Schools could introduce it through short lessons in the elementary grades and continue reinforcing it through meaningful activities. Students might practice by writing letters, keeping journals, signing their work, or reading copies of historical documents. It would not need to take over the school day or replace more important instruction.

Technology has changed how we communicate, but that does not make every traditional skill unnecessary. Typing and handwriting can exist together. Students should be prepared for the digital world, but they should also be able to pick up a pen and confidently write their own names.

Perhaps the answer is not to return to hours of repetitive handwriting drills. Instead, we could teach cursive as a practical life skill, one worth preserving, even in a world of keyboards and touchscreens.

What do you think? Should cursive writing still be taught in our schools?

I’m Not Carrie!

Daily writing prompt
What’s the funniest misunderstanding you’ve ever been part of?

The funniest misunderstanding I have ever been part of happened while I was minding my own business in a grocery store.

As I walked down an aisle, I heard a woman behind me calling, “Carrie! Carrie!” Since my name was not Carrie, I naturally ignored her and kept walking.

The next thing I knew, someone rushed up behind me, pinched me hard on the bottom, and declared, “That’s what you get for ignoring your auntie!”

I yelped and spun around. The woman’s eyes widened in horror as she realized that I was definitely not Carrie. She covered her mouth, turned bright red, and immediately began apologizing.

The shocked look on her face was so funny that I burst out laughing, and soon, I was laughing so hard that I cried.

As it turned out, she was visiting from out of town, and I actually knew her family. That made the entire misunderstanding even funnier. Later, after she moved back home, we often laughed about the day she mistook me for her niece and accidentally taught the wrong woman a lesson for “ignoring her auntie.”

A Quiet Mountain Dream

Daily writing prompt
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

“Some places stay in our hearts, even when the landscape changes.”

This question used to feel pretty easy. If I could live anywhere in the world, the answer would be Beulah, Colorado, without any hesitation.  But since the fire, writing those words feels so different. It is still the place my heart loves, but now my heart also carries grief, worry, and prayer.

It is hard to write about a dream place when that special location has been wounded, when families have lost homes, memories, and peace of mind. Still, through the sadness, I would choose Beulah every single time.

It is a charming little town, tucked away in a lovely mountain valley, filled with beautiful landscapes, peaceful days, and kind and generous people. This mountain community cares for one another; people visit, check in, and wave, and it is so inviting that even strangers feel welcome. Life moves at a slower pace and reminds each of us to breathe a little deeper, look around, and appreciate what is right in front of us.

Throughout the year, the people gather for community events, small-town traditions, friendly conversations, and neighbors helping neighbors. This place feels like home, where people belong.

And the landscapes are breathtaking, filled with green pastures that stretch across the valley. A forest of thick Ponderosa pines covers the hillsides. The mountain air feels clean and calm. Pueblo Mountain Park, with its hundreds of acres, trails, picnic areas, and gathering spaces, offers fun and remarkable days outdoors. The perfect place to create lasting memories.

Wildlife has always been a part of Beulah’s magic. Deer graze in pastures and front lawns. Turkeys meander across roads and roost in nearby pines. On occasion, elk, bear, and mountain lion would be spotted. Some of my favorite pictures include bear cubs crossing roads or peeking through tree branches after climbing trees for protection.

This valley is my happy place. Beauty is found in every corner and every bend in the road. I especially love the golden hour when the sunlight dances between the pines and touches the valley in a soft, warm glow. Deer and squirrels visit and make themselves at home in yards around the valley, reminding everyone that Beulah is a place where people and nature live side by side. For me, Beulah will always be my escape from a busy world, a place to slow down, enjoy the beauty of nature, breathe in fresh air, and enjoy the peace the valley so freely offers.

Beulah celebrates all four seasons. Spring brings fat honeybees and wildflowers. Summer offers gentle rains, warm days, and cool evenings. Autumn paints the valley in gold, amber, and yellow. Winter turns everything quiet and still, covering the valley in snow and turning it into a magical winter wonderland. Each season shares its own kind of beauty, and each season gives Beulah another reason to be loved.

But now, as the community rebuilds, the beauty is found in its people. Neighbors and friends gather together again, offering helping hands, open hearts, and shoulders to lean on. Their strength rises as they continue to care for one another. Since the fire, that special grace and kindness matter even more.  Beulah is not just a pretty place; it’s also a community with heart.

The fire may have changed the landscape, but it has not changed the love the people have for this town. Some places will never look the same. Some families have lost their homes, and it is hard to write about wanting to live in a place when so many are grieving for what the fire took from them.

But the fire does not erase what Beulah truly means. If anything, it shows how deeply this special place is loved. I will always call Beulah my happy place, even when sadness may tug at my heart. I would still choose the peaceful living, the wildlife, the trails, the mountains, and most of all, its kind people. Home is sometimes loving a place through its hardest chapters.

Now, when I think of Beulah and the home of my dreams, I pray for healing. I imagine meadows turn green once again, birds singing from trees, wildlife returning to familiar places, and a loving community rebuilding with courage, faith, and love.

Beulah may be wounded right now, but she is still beautiful, still loved, and still the place my heart would choose.

So if I could choose anywhere in the world to live, I would still pick Beulah, not because it is untouched by hardship, but because it remains a place of beauty, kindness, strength, and the feeling of home.

Aspen Fire Update:

The Aspen Acres Fire has grown to approximately 93,600 acres, with containment improving to 15%. Firefighters continue to make progress, helped by higher humidity, though afternoon storms, lightning, and gusty winds remain a concern. Some evacuation areas have been downgraded from mandatory evacuation to pre-evacuation, but many communities, including areas near Beulah and across Pueblo, Custer, Fremont, and Huerfano counties, remain under evacuation orders. More than 1,300 personnel continue working to protect homes, strengthen containment lines, and support affected communities.

Colorado strong ❤️

Monetary Donations: Can be sent to the United Way Southern Colorado.

Stay Young at Heart

Daily writing prompt
What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you?

The advice I would give to someone younger than me is to stay young at heart, have fun, and enjoy the journey. Life moves quickly, and it is easy to rush through the days without noticing the little moments that make everything meaningful. Laugh often, take chances, love deeply, and hold on to the memories that made your life feel magical. In the end, those special moments become the stories you carry with you.

And on that note…I was thinking about my horse Beau; I miss him more than words can fully explain. He was more than just a horse to me; he was a gentle presence, a beautiful memory, and a part of my heart. I still think about him often, remembering the bond we shared and the quiet comfort he brought into my life. Because I miss him so much, I asked AI to create a picture of us together in a magical fairytale setting. Seeing us side by side in an enchanted forest felt like a sweet way to honor him and imagine, just for a moment, that we were together again in a place filled with beauty, peace, and light. Sweet memories.

And PS. I am trying to have some fun while I am stuck in bed today. I was scrolling through Facebook when an ad popped up about mystical photos of you and a favorite animal. So of course I thought about my Beau from long ago, and I decided to ask AI to create a fairytale photo of the two of us…lol..I better be careful..I could get used to this being lazy and having fun kinda day!

Finding Peace

Daily writing prompt
Write your guide to setting healthy boundaries in relationships.

Creating safe boundaries is a work in progress. It takes time to recognize our limits, trust our instincts, and understand that our time and peace are valuable. Some days, saying no feels easy; other days, we may still feel the need to explain ourselves. But each time we choose honesty, self-respect, and peace, we grow stronger. Healthy boundaries remind us that protecting ourselves is not selfish; it is part of recognizing our worth.