News Trend Sparkle|Actual

Sometimes, on these dank,dark, and disagreeable Pacific Northwest winter afternoons, when my dog appears at my side to eagerly announce that walk time is nigh, I don't want to go outside.

That's the honest truth.

Because I adore my dog and would never deny her the daily adventure that is so good for her soul, I suck it up. I brace myself for the inevitable dour, overcast skies and inevitable drip-drops of rain, clip the dog to one end of a fifty-foot lead and attach myself to the other end, and head out into the misty grey.

Usually, we get wet and soggy and chilled to the bone. That's just the way it is.

But every once in just a little while, something different happens.

Something entirely magical.

While we are walking, the clouds mysteriously shift.

The heavens part.

Blue sky breaks through.

And the raindrops that had just a moment ago been falling through the overcast sky now sit upon the branches of giant green fir trees and sparkle in the sudden sunshine.

You can't see the raindrops sparkling on the trees in these photos, but trust me, they are there.

The world is transformed.

And so am I.

News Trend Dog Dreams Coming True|Actual

Do you believe that dreams can come true?

I do.

I've had some jim-dandy dreams come shockingly, unexpectedly, and perfectly true.

And this past Saturday, I added a new one to the list.

After sharing my childhood with an Irish Setter named Kelly who lived the blissful life of a country dog who ran free as the wind, the other dogs in my life have been forced to live within a network of leashes, ropes, and backyard fences.

This is simply what suburban dogs must do. I know it's for their own good.

But I wish, have always wished, that my red-headed sprinters could truly run free.

Especially this has been true of Gracie, who lived the first fifteen months of her life on a horse farm. Oh, I've seen the pictures. She ran wild across acres and acres of pasture land, with her Irish sister, Lily, and a handful of other dogs who all shared Gracie's passion for extreme romping.

And for the two and a half years that I've shared life with Grace, I've felt sad that I can't offer her the same freedom. I've dreamed of finding a way to let her run to her heart's exuberant content.

Then came Saturday.

Well. Actually, first came Friday. That's the day my friend, Jackie, sent me pics of her little terrier, Sweeney, running footloose and fancy free in a beautiful Pacific Northwest snow field.  Turns out Jackie used an app called Sniffspot to locate a horse farm in the area that, for a small fee, would gladly host humans and their dogs for a romp session. Twenty acres of fenced-in freedom, all for my dog to enjoy.

I signed Gracie up for the very next day.

I don't know who had more fun, Gracie or me. Or my fourth-born, who joined us.

Probably it was a three-way tie. See for yourself.

^ To see my dog this far apart from her humans brings joy to my heart. Every now and then, even a dog needs some space.

^ And since our human pockets were stuffed with treats, Gracie was happy to come whenever she was called.

^ Towards the end of the hour, my girl was pretty well played out.

^ But that was only after endless hijinks...

^ and a few cool-down sessions in the slushy wet snow.

^ We all had a lot of fun playing hide-and-seek among the trees. Guess who did most of the seeking.

^ We really put some miles on our girl's odometer by standing at opposite ends of the arena, and calling her back and forth. Again, treats in pockets peg Gracie's obedience monitor.

^ At the end of our time at Dayspring Farms, I had one tired and wet dog who was only too happy to hop up into the car and curl up on some dry towels. She slept almost all the way home.

And I sat up front behind the wheel, filled with joy from my head to my toes, and wondering what I might dream about next.

News Trend Reading Mysteries |Actual

Started Early, Took My Dog by Kate Atkinson

An ex-cop buys the toddler she never had from an abusive drug addicted mom at the mall. A New Zealander searches for the truth about her birth family in Britain. And a private detective is saved from death in a trash dumpster by a sassy little dog he recently adopted named The Ambassador.

Big Sky by Kate Atkinson

A sweet teenage boy works as a ticket taker in a horror arcade . Four men who are childhood friends may or may not be associated with a sex trafficking ring. And a private detective helps a young bride elope.

When Will There Be Good News by Kate Atkinson

A mother and three children are attacked by a man with a knife; only one survives. A teenage girl is schooled in classic literature by an ancient woman dying of cancer. And a private detective briefly dies hmafter finding himself in a horrific train crash.

One Good Turn by Kate Atkinson (not pictured)

A man driving in Edinborough brakes hard to avoid a pedestrian and causes an accident. The man driving behind him emerges from his crumpled  car with a baseball bat and a bad temper. And our erstwhile private detective argues with his beautiful but bad tempered actress girlfriend.

Though they are filled with an eccentric lot of seemingly unrelated  characters and unimaginable plot twists, Atkinson masterfully brings all of her disparate story lines together and by the end of the story, ties them up in a neat and immensely satisfying bow. Our private detective hero, Jackson Brodie, stumbles his way through his personal life as well as his work, and often ends up solving mysteries in spite of himself.

I’m not generally a crime thriller kind of lady, but I find Atkinson’s Brodie collection to be smart, surprising, and always, always, well worth the read.

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Read more about what I've been reading:

Reading Afternoons

Reading Mornings

Reading Children's Books

Reading Memories

Reading Recommendations

Reading Inspiration

Reading Insights

Reading At The Pool

Reading About The Desert

Reading On Repeat

Reading Natalie Babbit

Reading The Truth

Reading Books That Are Blue

Reading Mysteries

Reading About Walking

News Trend Enjoying The Holiday|Actual

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"Hi ma'am. Are you enjoying your holiday?"

I stared at the Target check stand lady and my brain slowly sputtered into action.

Holiday? What is she talking about? Christmas is definitely over and Valentine's Day is a ways off.

Ohhhh. Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Of course.

My mouth stumbled into gear.

"Oh right! It is a holiday today. That explains why the store is so crazy crowded."

Our conversation veered into an analysis of today's traffic versus the usual Monday Target metrics and we never did get back to the subject of the actual holiday. But as I was pushing my cart full of groceries and household supplies through the parking lot, I revisited the topic.

And I wondered to myself what it might mean to enjoy this day.

To consider the life of a good man,

a man of peace

a man of justice

a man of courage and calm

a man who had seen the promised land and told us that we would see it too.

A man who was shot down in cold blood on a balcony in Memphis, Tennessee, apparently because his passion for civil rights was too much for some people to handle.

Fifty-some-odd years later, we are still working on living into Martin Luther King Jr.'s legacy.

We are still waiting for that promised land that Martin told us we would one day see.

We still have a long way to go.

And until we do, Target check stand lady, I don't think I can actually enjoy this holiday. But I am still dreaming of the day when I can.

News Trend I’m With You|Actual

To be perfectly honest, today was a rough day.

Oh, nothing too traumatic happened to rock my little corner of the universe. But it was a day marked by sad memories, waves of grief, and painful emotions.

And sometimes, on days like this, the world feels like a dark and lonely place.

I don’t know how to stop days like this from happening. Can’t imagine that there is a way to stop them.

But I do know how to minimize their awfulness.

By sharing them.

By reaching out to other people who know those same memories and griefs and pain, and just saying, “I’m with you.”

Those three little words don’t change anything.

But the effect they have on our hearts can change everything.

And when I remember to say those words, the world does not seem so dark after all.

Leaving Columbus, Ohio in the glorious light of sunset.

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Who on earth would choose to go to the icy Midwest during the darkest days of winter?

I do, and I invite you to read all about it.

A Winter Adventure Begins

Columbus To-Do List

January Lights

Open To All

I'm With You

News Trend A Winter Adventure Begins|Actual

Crispy chips.

Creamy queso.

Tangy sweet margarita.

This is the start of my dinner at Condado in Columbus, Ohio., barely an hour after my plane touched the ground.

Things happen quickly in these parts. I wonder what tomorrow will hold.

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Who on earth would choose to go to the icy Midwest during the darkest days of winter?

I do, and I invite you to read all about it.

A Winter Adventure Begins

Columbus To-Do List

January Lights

Open To All

I'm With You

News Trend Columbus To-Do List |Actual

But first, breakfast. I like to start my Columbus days with an egg sandwich at the Fox in the Snow.

Seems like it's been only a hot minute since my second-born moved to Ohio, but the fact is that she's lived there over a year and a half now. And counting my latest visit during this last week of January, I've come to see her five times now.

Which is amazing.

And while at first, we fumbled around to find a rhythm to my Midwestern visits, we have settled into a predictable routine.

During the first few days I'm in town, we run errands.

Stocking up on household essentials.

Rounding up supplies for a repair job or two

Getting my opinion on possible purchases

And of course, tracking down more plants and more pots.

Then, where these more mundane tasks are completed, we dip into her list of interesting places to visit: the conservatory, the library, the art museum. That sort of thing.

And our meals are a mash-up of visiting our ever-growing list of favorite restaurants and cooking up her favorite meals at home.

So over these past eighteen months, our visit agendas have settled into a comfortable and predictable groove. Not sure when I'll be next be back in Ohio, but I'm pretty sure I know what will be on our next Columbus to-do list.

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Who on earth would choose to go to the icy Midwest during the darkest days of winter?

I do, and I invite you to read all about it.

A Winter Adventure Begins

Columbus To-Do List

January Lights

Open To All

I'm With You