Let’s fast forward through an eventful winter that stalled all blogging and pick up with the second trip after New Years. I was sitting in my hairstylist’s chair the week before St. Patrick’s Day – a holiday which she takes very seriously. Her name is Allison and she’s been to Savannah, New Orleans, and I … More Spring 2012- St. Paddy’s Day in Baa-stun

Last weekend, music teachers were gathered in New York City for a national conference. Naturally we had to be there! (Ric and I don’t have an ounce of musical talent between us, but we have talented friends – and they were in the City.) The boys’ piano teacher from Pullman was part of a group … More A Walk through the City

I have a cousin that forwards emails. Some of you groan at the thought, but my cousin is very discriminating. He only forwards really good stuff so I love to see his name in the inbox. Here are the pictures from his last message under the subject line “Amazing Paths.” My nomadic heart skipped a … More Nomad Eye Candy!

I’ve always liked the story of “the three wise men.” My nomadic heart gets swept away by images of men with regal faces, rich robes and high turbans traveling by camel over desert sands. For years after my third son was born, my fascination drew me to Christmas cards that featured “the three wise men.” … More “The Other Wise Man” – a Nomad-Lib for Christmas

A couple of days after Hurricane Irene blew through, the boys and I went up to Redoubt Four which is about a mile from our house. It’s a Revolutionary war lookout point with a tremendous view of the plain level of West Point. The Hudson River was running well over its normal banks after all of … More Mushrooms in the Aftermath

At the end of August, hurricane Irene showed up for Ric’s birthday. At first we were unimpressed. Then the rain really started. It’s hard to photograph rain, but do you see the sheets running off the side of that house? This was very early in the storm. We stopped trying to photograph the rain when … More Birthday Storms

America the Beautiful O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern impassion’d stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across … More As We Remember through Tears from Sea to Shining Sea