One of the nights during my Mount Whitney hike, as I was lying awake in the dark in my sleeping bag – not sleeping, certain thoughts came up – thoughts about my relationship with fear. We all have fears – they are part of being human. I’m not alone in that... 
Frost on the meadow around Rock Spring Lake on Saturday morning. is a continuation of a post I wrote on Sunday, the day after returning from a six-day hike to the summit of Mount Whitney. Sunday’s post was the story. Here’s how I’m holding it all – what made it... 
The view looking back as daylight was breaking on the morning we hiked to the top. morning I was looking out the kitchen window in my dear friend Steff’s house – gazing upon the mountains of the Eastern Sierra that are visible just west of where she lives in Big Pine,... 
This is me – in 1996 on the island of Brac in Croatia, where my grandparents came from. I started these posts more than two and a half years ago because I was challenged to. My coach Lissa Boles challenged me to act in the face of the fears that I’d quit. A... 
Some of the light and color that caught my eye on our trip. Joe and I have been back a week and a half from a rich and full trip to Paris and several places in Italy with my family. Since coming home life has been full – working with Carla, our bookkeeper, Fourth of... 