Home buying is hard…emotionally. After a whirlwind weekend where we looked at 11 houses and discovered a possible meth lab in the woods behind a cabin that I was absolutely enamored with, we settled on a beautiful little house in Port Orchard, Washington. Continue reading
Author: Rachel
A touch of Rosie (the Riveter)
For my husband to make any kind of drastic change in his life, there has to be a “last straw.” I’ve heard him tell me about his various last straws before, but I’m usually not that kind of person. This week, though, I discovered my last straw. In fact, I found a whole bag of ’em.
Standing for something
As I walked into the grocery store this morning, I noticed that I was following a uniquely-dressed older woman. She had on a long, loose cotton dress, which was slightly cinched at the waist and accented with simple white shoes. Her grey hair was artfully twisted and secured into a bun with several shiny barrettes. Continue reading
Finding our fit
When I got the word that the job was mine, I had exactly 5 weeks to prepare to move the family across the country. Continue reading
Diabetic-friendly Ambrosia Salad
We got invited to a 4th of July picnic this afternoon and our host is diabetic, so I scrambled to come up with something that is both yummy, pretty diabetic-friendly, and doesn’t require me to turn on the oven. (We’re having a heat wave here in the northwest and, without air conditioning, it’s about 89 degrees in the house.)
I love ambrosia salad and, with a few modifications, I made it relatively diabetic-friendly.
The war I can’t win
I’m at war.
Wait, no…
I’m being pursued… by the Indominus rex, while running in heels, while trying to talk on the phone, while carrying a dozen eggs.
I’m exhausted. I’m trapped. I try evasive maneuvers, but my enemy is stronger, smarter, far more powerful. Continue reading
You can go home again, but maybe you shouldn’t…
Have you ever had one of those experiences that really just defy words? At least, right away? I went home to Indiana for a week and only recently got back to Washington, and I’ve been trying to wrap my head around my trip. I discovered something pretty profound, at least to me: they say you can’t go home again, but I don’t believe that’s true. You can, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to feel like home anymore.
We moved from Indianapolis to Seattle last August. Last September, my parents moved out of the house they’d lived in for 29 years. When I headed to their house after arriving at the Indianapolis airport, I was driving to an unfamiliar house in a town I’d never been in. There was no “going home.” In fact, home was gone.
Journey to Tunisia blog active again!
For those of you interested in World War II, my Journey to Tunisia blog is active again. I let it go dormant after our initial plan to visit my great-great uncle’s grave in Tunisia fell through, but I’m now back at it as a way to honor this man who gave his life fighting the Germans in Africa. Please check it out. There’s a lot more to come, as I’m going to start putting up Pete’s writings and letters, as well as more pictures. I have so many of his things and they need to be shared!
Life on Wild Hare Farm 