Monday, August 24, 2015

Sunday Morning Collage from Judy

                                                    Journey of Letters reprise

Saturday, July 18, 2015

From This Heart Back

Friday, July 17, 2015

From the Heart

Julie and I were talking this morning.  I was saying that joy seems elusive.  I've lost my passions for quilting, painting and even writing.  All of our friends are getting older just as we are, some sick, some dying, most longing for relief from the mental torture and the problems of the world.  All things out of our control, and I've always been fond of control.  Then this afternoon I read a prayer written by #Anne Lamott ( don't know what that hash tag means, but it seemed the appropriate place), a prayer I would have written if my passion for writing hadn't waned.

Hi, God.

I am just a mess.

It is all hopeless.

What else is new?

I would be sick of me, if I were You, but
         miraculously You are not.

I know I have no control over other people's
          lives, and I hate this.  Yet I believe that if I
          accept this and surrender, You will meet me
          wherever I am.

Wow.  Can this be true?  If so, how is this
           afternoon---say, two-ish?

Thank you in advance for Your company and

You have never once let me down.


Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Ten reasons to read A JOURNEY OF LETTERS this summer

1.  You didn't read it last summer, and if you're a woman, you might enjoy our common experiences of growing up and growing old.  We are two authors, not one.  

2.  It will make you laugh and make you cry.

3.  It has a surprise ending!  

4.  The cover is beautiful and you'll be proud to be seen with it on your blanket at the beach or rocking in your chair at your mountain retreat.  (I'd prefer the chair at the beach.  Hard to get up from down there on the blanket.  :-)

5.  You can order it from Amazon in paperback, hardback or as an e-book or directly from

6.  You don't have to know us (both 71 years old) to identify with the ordinary experiences of our ordinary lives.

7.  Our website is  You might get to know us and find a recipe or two.

8.  We're hip enough to be on Facebook.  We never figured out how to tweet so anyone would read it on Twitter.  (We're not famous yet.)

9.  If you like to record your days in a diary or journal (do you know the difference?) you'll like this book.

10.  We've blogged for two years.  Why has it not yet gone viral?  (Is that a disease?)

  You don't want us to go to our graves thinking we're all alone in the big wide world of writers, do you?

Saturday, May 2, 2015


Madeline L'Engle is one of my author heroes.  Here she is, perhaps at her best.

I, who live by words, am
     wordless when
I try my words in prayer.  All
     language turns
To silence.  Prayer will take my words
     and then
Reveal their emptiness.  The stifled voice
To hold its peace, to listen with the
To silence that is joy, is adoration.

The self is shattered, all words torn
In this strange patterned time of
That, in time, breaks time, breaks
     words, breaks me,
And then, in silence, leaves me
     healed and mended.

I have returned to language, for I see
Through words, even when all
     words are ended,
I, who live by words, am
     wordless when
I turn me to the Word to pray.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Redbuds here?

We head to North Carolina next week to enjoy the splendid springtime where exotic plants and trees overwhelm us with their beauty.  Redbuds, dogwood, azaleas, to name a few.  We live, here in Colorado, amid constant threats and the reality of untimely frosts, near drought climate, and snow that laughs at our attempts to make beauty.

But once in a blue moon we get a taste, or perhaps more accurately, a glimpse of verdant pastures green.  I give you two pictures (and this is new photo software so I have no idea how these are going to look).  The first photo is of a flowering tree, ever present, tough and faithful; the other is a fair-weather friend that I have seen only twice (and the second time was just this week) in our almost 50 years of living in this close-to-mountain community.  This last friend is so delicate, even ethereal, that he (she) photographs less than perfectly, or else I didn't camp out long enough to get a good picture.  Here goes, anyway. Julie

Monday, March 30, 2015

Playtime in the Pacific

Dolphins have more fun than almost anybody.  They can play in the water all day with their friends.  They can swim like lightning.  And they look sleek and smooth and beautiful.

We came upon a huge pod of these dancing, diving creatures off Dana Point in southern California early in March.  Our boat circled among them for perhaps 45 minutes.  They treated us like their best buddies.  They loved swimming inches from the sides of the boat.  We could have watched them all day.

 Oh wait!  That's not a dolphin!  What could it be?