Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Answers to previous cemetary picture and more pictures

Hello Everyone, these photos were taken in Harpers Ferry, WV. I love that little town steeped in Civil War history. It was a town pulled apart during that war, housing stockpiles of ammunition. It changed hands several times during the war and is also famous for the John Brown stand. I love the beauty of the town surrounded by mountains full of color in fall, draped in green in summer, and stark white contrasts of black rock and white snow in winter. The cemetery is a climb but worth it. I love hiking on the trails in this area. The first picture is what Thomas Jefferson saw and described when he came here. The second picture is where the Potomac meets the Shenandoah.

Jefferson Rock
Potomac River in front/Shenandoah River to back right

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Pictures for the puzzle

Hi, wow another amazing day in my beautiful country, America! Kato and I went hiking, and I took some great pictures. I am going to post two here and then one on Facebook. See if you can tell me where we were. I love sharing my blessed days with anyone who takes the time to read my blog.

I am now waiting for the final text proof and cover proof of my book. So exciting!! What did I ever do to deserve this life? I guess I just never gave up and didn't die. And now, here I am, alive, well, and rearing to fly down the bee-lined steps. Okay, look at the two pictures. Where in amazing America are we?


Thursday, February 23, 2012

Blunt Force Winds Excerpt VI Tom Toms

When I was fifteen, a man named Tom Rotollo opened a new place for kids on the Tupper Lake road across from the Lake Eaton entrance. He installed a jukebox, kitchen, and small dance floor, and made pizzas and sandwiches. Night after night, we danced the Mashed Potato, the Monkey, and the Twist across that old wood floor, then piled into the booths,flirting with our friends.

Monday, February 20, 2012


I rode in a hot air balloon in California. In college, my running coach had one, and at the end of the semester, he took those of us who wanted to go, up in the balloon. Of couse, living on the edge me jumped at the chance! So, up I went high above everyone loving every minute of it, until I saw some birds. They made me think of sharp beaks. Sharp beaks made me think of holes in a balloon. Holes in a balloon made me think of life. Living on the edge was not all it seemed cracked up to be. Ground was good.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Excerpt V Blunt Force Winds

I loved the smell of our dairy farm, the sound of the crowing rooster, mooing cows, and the feel of the soft grass beneath my bare feet as I ran though the yard. I loved the wind in the winter and spring. I embraced it with my pudgy arms outstretched as it whipped me across the front lawn from the elm tree to the big blue barn. I yelled into the wind, “I am never going to leave this place!” “No one can make me.” Two months later, my Dad pulled me kicking and screaming off my beloved farm straight into a place called the Adirondack Mountains.  
House on farm where I lived until nine years old.                         

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Through His Eyes


when I see through holy empty eyes
will I know the reason
for the scars left me by
the raging river and treacherous turns
of my life


when the rose opens fully to the sun
in all its glory
do I see the beauty
emerge from darkness

I stretch my arms to you
and the river tames
in all my glory.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Few Words for Whitney

So sad that Whitney Houston is no longer with us. So sad that she struggled with a disease that many of us fight, surviving daily, resulting in  absolutely fantastic lives. But for the grace of God, there go I. She has created a movement in the universe, and the silence of her magnificent voice will be heard by all.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Blunt Force Winds--excerpt IV

Running fast down the smooth trail, I began looking up at the trees and the sky feeling the wind blow through my hair. I loved the smells of the rotting wood of the Adirondack forest ravaged by the “Big Blowdown of 1950”; and on this day, at this time, I was flying, I was happy, I was a gale blowing through my beloved Adirondacks.
            Then, I was lost…

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Winter morning with my grandson

My oldest grandson (10) and I went sliding down our hills out here in the country this morning. I am blessed to be in such good health that I can still enjoy a great slide down a hill.

Still communicating with publisher, persevering and following numerous instructions. Writing the book is the easy part. Publishing is tedious, time consuming, and stressful; however, I am determined and that is a formidable force I was blessed (and cursed) to be born with.

All and all what an awesome weather day and grandma day!

Friday, February 10, 2012


I heard the front tire on the snow and suddenly saw a hand reach over and grab my steering wheel yanking it hard to the left. I was stunned. I looked over at Robin who was screaming, “We’re going to crash! We’re going to crash!” Her fist was still wrapped around my steering wheel.
I yelled, “We are now! Get your hands off the wheel!” I pulled her hand off the wheel, but now we were spinning like top down the middle of this mountain road picking up speed as the car circled faster and faster on the ice. We spun  25 feet down the road and landed on the opposite side with the front end of the car over the guardrails. I sat in stunned silence, and then looked over to my right…

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


Hi, wow, did anyone see the moon last night? It was so orange. It was hanging low and looked like an orange apple hanging from my tree. Now, today, we have snow. For a "love the weather kind of girl", I am basking in all this beauty around me.

Still haven't received my electronic copy of Blunt Force Winds book from the publisher, and don't know how long it will take for me to do the final edit, so, right now, I am enjoying putting together the research for my 2nd book, and  hiking the dirt roads of this Virginia valley in the snow.  

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

A Poem about Life

And All Around You...
by Gail Huntley

The joy of life
is not in what happens;
it is in the motion,
the child's laughter
The lover's tear
the piercing prick of passion
the swaying hips of a young girl
the gnarled hands of an old woman,
it is in the illumining soul of man
the swollen breasts of a new mother;
it is in a heart cracked and scared
it is in eyes humbled by sunsets
it is in the movement of all
it is in the constantly changing
incredible dance of life.