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Don’t you forget about me
Read More: Don’t you forget about meIt was my Dad’s birthday on April 9th. He would have been 77. Last year on that day, I made my move to Seattle with Butters and Bambi in tow. This year, I’m on a trip to explore the United States. After stuffing my things into a Pod last week, we made our way down the…
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I’ve been here before
Read More: I’ve been here beforeHave you ever noticed those warning signs on the freeway that state a 55 MPH speed limit for trucks and vehicles towing trailers? When I first started Airstreaming a couple of years ago, I often forgot to stay within the speed limit. It was easy to speed because the Airstream design originated from aircraft carriers.…
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What matters most
Read More: What matters mostIt started with a tickle in my throat and then I lost my voice. Bedridden for several days and later ended up in one of Seattle’s Urgent Care unit. I’ve learned that a cold can rapidly progress into bronchitis – and in my case – possibly Whooping Cough. (I’ll get the results early next week.) I’m…
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Be a Pack Leader.
Read More: Be a Pack Leader.Before I adopted Butters, I was on my own in Santa Barbara. I didn’t have a lot of responsibilities…only my job. I lived a block from the beach and in an area where there was plenty of street parking. Except for this one time after work, I pulled up to my apartment and could not…
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Second Chances
Read More: Second ChancesIn December 2012, a few days before Christmas, my Dad was in the hospital due to heart failure. At that time, we didn’t know if he would be coming home for Christmas. While Mom and I were bedside waiting for him to recover, I told my Mom I had a dream of owning an RV (trailer)…
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Apa
Read More: ApaI’m sitting in my Aunt’s kitchen. I smell dough rising in the oven and hear bits of conversations floating through the house. 24 hours ago, my Dad left this earth to go onto a new existence. But before that, my Mom and I held his hands for awhile…and eventually, I felt the warmth drain away.…
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Nothing can be done for the heart.
Read More: Nothing can be done for the heart.The only way I can process things is to write it out; to share and connect with others through writing. It helps me to feel at peace when I write. My Dad’s heart is failing. It has been for many years. In the past 18 months, I’ve seen him fight to stay alive. He exercised,…
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(Re)treat
Read More: (Re)treatSometimes we need go on a retreat. Other times, we need to retreat. The word “retreat” has a few meanings: it can be a refuge or a place of privacy. Or it can mean forced withdrawal. For several months I chose to retreat into Airstream Bambi and my writing space at home. For the past…