Professional Wonderer

October 25, 2018

            I want to take a moment and welcome new subscribers, many who've joined this “Chasing Light” caravan after reading my travel essay in The Daily Beast. Glad to have y’all aboard! The journey of seeking and finding light is, of course, not limited to the road, so even though I’ve stopped my wandering ways for the time being, my restless heart keeps moving toward new insights like a seedling plant toward sun.

            Also, a shout-out to Elizabeth Brockway, the artist who created this stunning visual from a photograph of my boys, Connor and Beasley (taken at the beginning of my journey, at Blue Bear Mountain Campground). Everyone is swooning for this beautifully rendered digital painting by a fellow dog-lover. 


October 4, 2018

         When the air cools and the mornings hang with cottony mist and hollering crows echo over the mountainside, when the hummingbirds burn through the red-trimmed sugar-water feeder every other day, and the trees rustle and shake loose their turning leaves, well, something in me shakes loose, too. Something in me turns.

I grow restless. My toes twitch and dance inside my shoes. I think I am sitting idle, all the while my fingers taptaptap on the side of the chair. I flit my glance from my overgrown yard to the field next door, out over and past the trees and up into the sky where gathering flocks of birds swoop and dive. Any day now they will leave and the air will grow quiet and the days bare and the ground will freeze and the sun will distance herself.

            Two years...

August 19, 2018

Okay, folks. Here it is – the kale salad recipe I mentioned in the "Contributors" section in the September issue of O, The Oprah Magazine, where my essay, “Her Better Judgement” appears.

In my Chasing Light book, I’m planning to share some recipes of yummy, healthy dishes I was able to prepare while on the road. For the past couple of years, I’ve tried to eat as cleanly as possible. (Several rounds of Whole 30  helped me kick some bad habits and alleviated some joint pain I was having.) 

This kale salad became a staple on my nine-month journey. The recipe will be included in the book, but I’m happy to share it now with followers. (If you want to pass it along to others, would you please include a link to my blog (or share it directly from my page via Facebook or Twitter, or pin on Pinterest)? An...

August 9, 2018

            As with many journeys, sometimes you think you will never arrive until suddenly, to your amazement, you do.

            That’s how it’s been working on this first draft of my Chasing Light memoir. Each day, after breakfast, following a few downward dog stretches if I remember to do them, after a shower if I remember to take one, I park my backside on my overstuffed love seat with a glass of iced coffee off to one side, and pick up the dangling thread from the day before, my fingers tapping over the black keys of my laptop, weaving letters into words, words into paragraphs, paragraphs into pages. 

            On a good day of creative flow I might have as many as ten pages. On a bad day I’m lucky to bang o...

July 11, 2018

            It’s been a while since you’ve heard from me. Yes. Well…

            Back in April, my daughter sent me some photos of a litter of puppies that had been found up around Sugar Mountain, with a Blue Tick mother and suspected Boxer father, and I said, get away from me, Satan, I am living in Wilmington and writing a book and I don’t need to see these puppies.

            Later that month, my Wilmington roomie and I attended Merlefest in Wilkesboro, NC, and we rented a vacation house in nearby Boone and commenced to have folks over for dinner and drinks and among those folks was my daughter who said, those puppies still need homes, and I said, okay, let’s go se...

June 2, 2018

      Their names are Jenny and George. I spied them lurking around my house up in the Blue Ridge Mountains when I was home last month. They furtively darted past the “For Sale” sign in the side yard to check things out, inspecting the roof line and poking about the front porch and taking note of the lushly dense forsythia bushes that waterfall over the tall stone wall at the front of my house.

       As a couple, they were quick and polite and unobtrusive. I paid them little mind, and we managed to stay out of each other’s way during my visit. 

       Actually, right now I am living in two places, uncertain of where “home” is. Part of the time, I’m in Wilmington rooming with a friend of many years. That’s the place that looks out over the salt marsh,...

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