Author Archives: maryjane

Myth-Busting Time

“In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.” Jose Narosky

Charlotte Bronte: “Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.”

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The Queen’s Throne

I’ve been deliriously happy and grateful the last year over something that is well, mmmmmm, kind of unmentionable.

“She isn’t!” (Carol’s voice.)

Yes, I am.

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Under an Abruzzan Sun

As I sit here cradling my cup of tea and watching dawn tickle the fringed edges of pine trees outside my window, I can already see that this morning might be another day of rain. Mind you, I’m never one to pick a fight with the weather (naturally, weather always wins). Still, I can’t help thinking about places where I might find sunshine drizzled like honey over rolling hillsides. You know the sort of destination I’m dreaming of…

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Hit the Road, Jill

Few things are as all-American as the old-fashioned family road trip. So here’s my friendly nudge: five places to take your little ones before they “un-little.”

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First Lady

Hitch up your buggies, gals—today I’m taking you away to the historic town of Galena, Illinois.

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Rocky Mountain High

I contracted an incurable case of mountain fever when I was a kid curled up in a canvas sleeping bag under the big skies of Montana, pondering voodoo spirits while hiking the desert canyons of Southern Utah, running wild in the sagebrush flats of Wyoming, and climbing the mountain passes of Colorado. My fever only worsened as an adult when I sat, day after day, above it all on a fire watch lookout tower in Idaho.

Don’t worry, it isn’t serious, although I do hope it’s contagious! I’m all about a good spread (not only on bread), and propagation is a word I toss around a lot (as in “you just gotta seed that and seed this”).

When my fever elevates, I travel…

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Sicker Than A Dog

If you’ve ever had someone offer you a handshake with the same hand they just coughed into, you know where I’m going with this.

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Goin’ with the Flow

The earthquake disaster in Japan obscured anything else going on in the world at that time. Even my world stopped (my son, daughter-in-law, and toddler grandson live in Tokyo), but nature didn’t.

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