Puddle Reflection
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Outsidesy not Outdoorsy
Sunday’s adventure trying to scale the slight elevation along the side of Saylorville Lake definitely reaffirmed something I have suspected for a long time. I am an outsidesy person, but I am definitely not an outdoorsy person. I love being outside. I love sitting beside the puddle, walking through the neighborhood, putting my feet in… Continue reading
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Character Shapes the Path
September 6, 2026 This morning, something small found its way to me at just the right time. A graphic appeared in my Facebook feed about September, character, choices, destiny, and legacy. It would have been easy to scroll past. Instead, I stopped. Maybe because today is September 6. Maybe because it is my birthday. Maybe… Continue reading
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Arriving at 56
Today, at 12:10 in the afternoon, I will officially be fifty-six years old. I was born at Lutheran Hospital in Des Moines, Iowa, on September 6, 1970, which makes me a Virgo by date and, depending on who you ask, apparently explains quite a bit about me. I can certainly recognize some of those traits… Continue reading
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Behind the Puddle | The Summer I Learned to See
On May 2, Brian dug out a little piece of ground for me. It was maybe four feet by five feet, just enough level space to move my chair and table downstairs so I could sit outside when I wanted to. There was no patio yet. There was no Behind the Puddle, and there were… Continue reading
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Sunday Night
Nothing extraordinary needed to happen next. The feeders grew quiet, the visitors went home, and the light slowly disappeared behind the trees. We sat beside the fire together beneath a sliver of moon, letting a beautiful weekend say goodnight. Sometimes a reset isn’t beginning again. Sometimes it is simply ending the day knowing that, for… Continue reading
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Behind the Puddle | To Everyone Who Came to See What Was Behind the Puddle
When I began writing Puddle Stories, I wasn’t trying to create anything. I was actually feeling rather lost and isolated, and this little puddle outside my door had quietly become a place where I could sit, notice, and find pieces of myself again. Eventually, I began sharing some of what I was seeing and thinking,… Continue reading
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Puddle Reflection
Enough water for the mallards to swim.Enough shallows for the heron to hunt.Enough space for everybody to belong. Continue reading
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