Ode to 2 O’Clock

In my perfect world, it would be 2:00 all day long... At 2pm, you have the morning behind you, and the whole rest of the day ahead of you. The pressure to get things done and tiredness of the morning are gone. At 2, there's plenty of energy remaining and plenty of day left to … Continue reading Ode to 2 O’Clock

If You Give a Guy a Slipper…

My original goal for this post was to write out the story of what happened with our current roommate situation. Remember how we abruptly had to move out of our {7-week} Colorado abode? We thought we were in the clear, with a wonderful housing situation. It went great for about a week, and then one … Continue reading If You Give a Guy a Slipper…


Wanderlust is what they call it; an insatiable desire to see, hear, smell, and taste more. More diversity, more picturesqueity, more depth, more generosity... More "culture." I could pick up and go at the drop of a hat. Or better yet, don a Panama hat. The getting there is as much the arrival as the … Continue reading Travel

An Old House

My aunt posted this picture on Facebook the other day. It was my maternal grandfather's parents' home for more than 75 years. My grandfather was Thomas L. Brumfield, and his parents (who own the home) were James Harvey and Hattie Annie Jones Brumfield. About the house, my aunt said: "Loved this ole' house ... lots … Continue reading An Old House

A Purple Crocus

Inspired by laying in a meadow of purple flowers... Becoming one with the flowers... An ant half the size of me crawls up my back, but just as quickly scurries on away from my body; A fuzzy bumblebee tickles my cheeks, searching for pollen; I slurp up the sun's rays, devouring them like a big … Continue reading A Purple Crocus


Confession: I once stole a magazine that I liked from a doctor's office, because I wanted to finish reading it. (That's allowed, right??) Confession: I never ate a salad for a meal until the year 2012. Probably why I have gluten intolerance. Confession: My favorite genre of movie is sci-fi thriller, or action/adventure, but I … Continue reading Confessions


Fuzzy and green, to the color there isn't quite a sheen; Lacking luster, most gloss over the gleam. Iridescence doesn't mean much when the only one looking over you is the moonlit night: It's not easy being green