27 June 2026: On my drive back to WV today, this version of "Boulder to Birmingham," one I had never heard before, really moved me. And made me think of my dad.
"Out of hopeful green stuff woven..."
"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Saturday, June 27, 2026
Three nights of dinner...
26 June 2026:
[Catch-up post]
Every night that I was in New York, Chris, Jen, and Aidan invited me to join them for dinner. Twice, they cooked. And on Friday night, they took me to "Food Truck Fridays" at a local park.
(I think I type the next seven words all the time, but here it goes again...) So much is so hard right now, but I am blessed beyond measure that my brother and his family are sources of light and literal and figurative sustenance.
Her anthem...
24 June 2026:
[Catch-up post]
It's very hard that all my mom wants is to go home and she can't accept that we can't just make that happen. It's very hard that she keeps saying, "I want to go home." It breaks your heart.
Every once in while, though, she reveals a sense of humor still there. "You want me to hoist up the John B sails?" I asked her. And she smiled just a bit.
(The next day, after a long period of silence, she said, "Hey, Heidi: guess where I want to go?" I realized she was being just a bit cheeky, so I answered her, "Hawaii?" And again, she smiled ever so slightly.)
Tuesday, June 23, 2026
Sunshine just in time...
Monday, June 22, 2026
Fixed!
Sunday, June 21, 2026
Porch reading...
Saturday, June 20, 2026
Saturday phone call
20 June 2026: Grateful for a long-delayed phone conversation today. And to my brother, who facilitated it.







