Category Archives: Where I live

Boston: Lights in the Darkness

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A few years ago, Hannah and I were discussing some of the terrible events of World War II. We spoke of great evil, and great heroism.
I was surprised at her depth of understanding when she told me something along the lines of: “Mom, I hate that Hitler and the people that believed in him did all those terrible things. He hurt people and that makes me really sad. But because of him people like Corey Ten Boom and Winston Churchill did great things to really help people. And because of them, I want to help people too.”
At only nine years old, but with innocent wisdom, she taught me something important. In times of great darkness, there will be many that choose to turn up the light.
There is goodness and beauty in this world, even in the face of evil. Sometimes especially in the face of evil.
The acts of bravery, heroism, and kindness that were committed in Boston yesterday are an inspiration to me. They are the bright, shining lights in the darkness, and the things I am trying to hold to.
“And because of them, I want to help people too.”

Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always to try to be a little kinder than is necessary?
— J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird

Boston Marathon – Eyewitness Account
Bravery in Boston: Heroes, helpers and Hope
Boston Marathon Explosions: The Heroes Who Responded to the Blasts

An Almost-Spring Break

Change is in the air. I don’t know if it’s that certain slant of February light through my living room window–you know, where it hits the piano, just so? Or if it was the string of days we’ve had this month where there was no rain, that our hens are beginning to lay again, or the return of Girl Scout Cookies–whatever the cause I can feel spring peeking around the corner.

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All week this feeling of almost-spring has been giving me a case of almost-spring fever–and I’m not the only one. “What are we doing today and can it please be fun?” has become Newt’s chorus.

On Wednesday my answer was, “Library. I’ll bring my laptop. You bring a friend.” And even though it wasn’t new or exciting, it was enough. That is until I received a text saying that Newt’s friend wasn’t going to be able to make it.

What are we going to do today and can it please be fun?

Suddenly the library wasn’t going to cut it. I made a quick phone call to Walt then told Newt to pack an overnight bag. Twenty minutes later we hit the road for some much needed girl bonding time.

Oregon Coast

Luckily, our favorite little getaway wasn’t booked. We spent the next 24 hours reading, giggling, eating amazing food, and talking about the things that are truly the most important: family, faith, good books, and boys.

Change is in the air for Newt too–she’s growing up so fast. Our little adventure was an opportunity to hit the pause button, if only for a moment. I didn’t know how much I needed that, how much we both did, until we were already there.

The Sylvia Beach Hotel was made for book lovers. Each room is themed around a different author. We stayed in Tolkien and read aloud favorite passages from The Hobbit late into the night. The hotel has no phones, televisions, or even wi-fi, but it has beautiful beach views, a well-stocked third floor library, and even a resident cat. (I forgive it that last one.)

Sylvia Beach Hotel Library

In the morning, after a breakfast that nearly made Newt cry for sheer goodness (hello, oven-glazed pepper bacon) we put on our boots and jackets for a walk on the rainy beach.

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Oregon coast

As we stomped our rubber boots in the surf a tiny miracle happened: a floating glass bottle washed ashore.

Messageless Bottle

Though at first we were both disappointed to find that it did not contain a secret message, we brought it home anyway. I think I’ll save it until we return again. I’ll toss it back out to the sea, this time with a message of my own:

Today is all you have. Make it meaningful. Make it fun.

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2012: A Heidi Retrospective

2012 Collage
I love looking back on the year’s photos, trying to decide which ones can accurately sum up my family’s experience. Some shots, like the things they represent, are fairly universal: trips we’ve taken, achievements, and milestones. Others are uniquely ours, like the time our new dog tried to dig up our old dog. I hope you enjoy looking back with me.

 

Frantically Simple’s Top Five Visited Posts in 2012

How to make Healthy (and Clumpy) Granola
Originally posted in August 2011,  Pageviews in 2012 (as of 12/30): 9,542  Total pageviews: 45,310
How many days are there in August?
Originally posted in May 2008,  Pageviews in 2012: 7,101  Total pageviews: 13,240
How to Make Homemade Frozen Yogurt
Originally posted in September 2009,  Pageviews in 2012: 5,457  Total pageviews: 5,641
Dr. Who Free Printable Valentines
Originally posted in February 2012,  Pageviews in 2012: 5,021
Valentine’s Day Heart Garland
Originally posted in February 2012,  Pageviews in 2012: 4,842

You all really like your granola.

Note: If you are interested in stats, my all time highest viewed post is An Enchanting Garden with 54,734 pageviews. Originally posted in September 2009.

 

My Favorite Five Posts 

*Ahem* Please Prepare for a Teeny-Tiny Announcement
A short but sweet post where I announced signing with my agent–certainly a highlight this year.
Homemade Magic Shell Ice Cream Topping
If you only knew how many times I have made this–for Walt and Newt, of course.
In Which We Explore Heidi’s Fear of Dolls (And Giraffes)
A fairly new post, but a fun one. I am capable of being amused by my own misery and horror.
Secret Doctor Who Bedroom Makeover
I love the video showing Newt’s reaction to her room makeover. As the mother of a tween, home-runs are few and far between. This one sailed right out of the park.
Winter’s End
A more serious post from last January, but it absolutely deserves its place on this list. 2011 was painful in many ways that I was unable or unwilling to share publicly. In this post, I talk about depression, hope, and healing. Nearly a year later, I’m happy to state that, well, I’m happy.

 

Five Books I Liked Most A Lot

I really do have a hard time picking favorites in any category. I’m too changable and what I really love is variety. If you were to ask me for my top five next week, this list might be different. However, these were certainly books that I read and loved in 2012.

The Night Circus
The Peculiar
Seraphina
Wonder
The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

Before this year, I’ve never tried to keep track of how many books I read. A friend suggested we set reading goals in 2012. I picked 60 books, but blew past that in July. I finished the year with having read 91 books (manuscripts included).
The first book I read this year was Why Women Need Fat: How “Healthy” Food Makes Us Gain Excess Weight and the Surprising Solution to Losing It Forever (a compensated review from BlogHer Book Club). As of this writing it looks like the last book of the year will be Leaving the Bellweathers.

 

Resolutions?

I’ve stated this before, but I don’t really do New Year’s resolutions. If I need to make a change, I change it. If I want to set a goal, I set it. January 1st holds no magic to guarantee success. If anything, the opposite is true.
However, I will make a prediction:
I expect my 2013 will be extraordinary in every sense of the word.
I hope yours is too.

Happy New Year!
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Note: I am using Amazon affiliate links, but I’d really prefer you buy books from your local bookseller. They would prefer that too.

On Guns and Violence

I have a weird little quirk. Whenever I take a personality test, I always end up rather evenly matched between multiple categories. Years ago, I read The Color Code and did the test. I came out almost exactly even on red, white, and yellow, with blue just a few points behind. Love Languages? I’m all of them. Which Hogwarts house? Any but Slytherin. While we were on our little vacation I read a book to see if I were an extrovert or an introvert (stop laughing). The quiz had twenty questions. If you answered more true than false you were an extrovert. I answered ten of each.
I tend to live in the middle, among the shades of gray.
It has always been easy for me to see another’s perspective, to empathize, and even when I don’t agree, to see points of validity in their arguments. Sometimes this trait makes it difficult for me to make up my own mind about things. Sometimes everything seems reasonable.
Friday evening, Walt and I were driving together, on our way to run an errand. We talked about the horrible, terrible tragedy of the day and what could be done. We talked about guns.
I grew up in a home with guns. I have no problem with responsible gun ownership. I think families that are a part of a hunting culture can impart many good lessons to their children, like gratitude for the food that they eat and the literal sacrifice necessary for it to arrive on their plates. These lessons cannot be purchased shrink-wrapped from the store.
On the other hand, even in my own childhood home of responsible gun ownership, I have felt the fear of being threatened and harassed with a loaded weapon by someone who was not in his right mind. That kind of fear leaves a mark.
In my home now, we own guns. I have an uneasy relationship with this fact. They are unloaded, trigger-locked, and locked in a box. They feel dangerous even so, as they should. As they are.
Walt is a reserve police officer. When he volunteers his time and works his assigned shifts, he is the same as a full-time officer. Same badge. Same gun. And for me, the same worry, mixed with pride, as the full-time officers’ spouses.
He could be hurt. He could stop someone from hurting.
These thoughts were on my mind Friday evening as we discussed Violence and Guns and What Should Be Done. Walt laid out a very rational argument for fewer restrictions–citing countries, with less violence than America, that have looser gun laws. I listened, and thought about all the mothers that would not be tucking their babies in that night. And then I cited countries, with less violence than America, that have much more restrictive gun laws. And I cried.
I honestly don’t know what the right answer is, but I know what the wrong one is. Doing nothing is the wrong answer. Forgetting, becoming complacent, reducing this terrible act of violence to an internet meme, or using it as an excuse to be hateful to people who think differently than you, those are the wrong answers.
I have written to my senators telling them that I am in favor of stricter gun laws. If you have a position, even if it is different than mine, I urge you to do the same. Don’t just talk about What Should Be Done. Do something.
I hope we can find a solution. I pray for us all.

Note: I am aware that the issue of violence in this country is much bigger than gun control. There are so many contributing factors. This is just a small piece of it, but it is a piece that I feel I can wrap my head around. It is a place to start.

In Which We Explore Heidi’s Fear of Dolls (And Giraffes)

Yesterday, my family and I found ourselves smack dab in the middle of Sisters, Oregon.
What does one do when finding oneself in a situation like this? One must go shopping.
Newt requested that we get ourselves to a candy shop toot-suite.

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The last time we were in Sisters, there was a fairly large candy store, however, things will change when you are not looking. The location is now a handmade furniture store–considerably less tasty. We were informed that a local antique shop had taken over the role of town candy supplier so we headed up the road and entered the creepiest store on the planet.

Here is just a small sampling of why it deserves that title:

Hitler Stamps–Never Used

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The Racism Cabinet

The Hall of Sharp Things

All it wants is your love. And your soul.

Shirley Temple–Headlining in Heidi’s Nightmares

I am both fascinated and terrified by dolls. The way they stare at you with those soulless eyes…
(Note: I actually gave an involuntary shudder when I typed that. Just so you know.)

I have never enjoyed dolls all that much, though I can remember three from my childhood that I played with. The one I liked most one of those rag dolls that was, um, reversible? a topsy-turvy doll. Anyone remember those? It was a little white-skinned, fair-haired doll on one side, but when you flipped it over and pulled the dress down, it became a little black doll with curly hair. I liked her because she had a secret. I was too young to know about Siamese twins, but if I had, that would have likely been a draw as well.
(I found a picture of a topsy-turvy doll here. I also found this one and am now scarred for life. I dare you to click it.)

When I was eight, all the girls at my school were desperate for Cabbage Patch Dolls. I caved to the peer pressure and begged for one too. My mom hinted that I would get one for my birthday–and I did.
A homemade one.
My mom worked really hard on it and I love her for trying to make her little girl’s dream come true, but readers? That doll was scary. I could feel its painted-on eyes staring at me through the night. I buried it in a pile of stuffed animals and tried not to think about it.

The most memorable doll was the only one I ever really loved. It was a Kewpie Doll given to me by my grandma. Yes, I know Kewpie Dolls are among the creepiest of the creepy (in fact, soul-eater up there is one), but I adored my grandma and didn’t get to see her often. This time she made the 800 mile trip out to visit and brought something just for me. Being near the tail end of a large family, spontaneous gifts didn’t happen very often. I loved my little doll with as much fervor as any five-year-old heart could handle.
That very day we went to the zoo, another unusual occurrence. It was panning out to be the best day of my entire young life. But that was about to change.
I remember cradling my little doll in a blue handkerchief ‘blanket’ my dad loaned to me. I chattered to her about all the animals we were to see. When we went to the giraffe pen, I was thrilled to find that we could get very close to them. In fact, all that separated us was a chain-link fence. One of those incredibly tall creatures ambled right up to us. If I had dared, I could have reached through the links and touched it.
giraffe
It bent its neck over the fence, lowering its head toward me. I froze. It came closer, then closer still. Without warning, it shot out an amazingly long tongue, wrapped it around little Kewpie’s head, and *pop*–decapitated her. I remember screaming, looking down at my little bundled up doll torso.
My dad, who is short like me, reached as high as he could, barely clearing the fence, and throttled the beast. My mom started whacking it with her giant red vinyl purse. My grandma hurried off to find help. I honestly do not remember any siblings being there, but I’m certain they were, and that they were laughing.
Either the giraffe tired of the abuse or he found the plastic less appealing than it looked. He spit my doll’s head out and it landed with a thunk on the pavement. The last thing I remember about that day was looking down and seeing Kewpie grinning up at me, covered in a shining layer of giraffe spit.
This likely explains why, to this day, I do not like dolls.
Or giraffes.

Edited to add: In case you are inclined to doubt the veracity of my story, please go here for confirmation.

P.S. THIS:

Our Civil Duty

Today we live in times of conflict, dissent, differences of opinion, charges, countercharges, disagreements. There is a need for us, perhaps more than ever before, to reach within ourselves and allow the quality of mutual respect, mingled with charity and forgiveness, to influence our actions with one another; to be able to disagree without becoming disagreeable; to lower our voices and build on common ground with the realization that once the storm has passed, we will still have to live with one another.

–Loren C. Dunn

Whatever your opinions, don’t forget to vote tomorrow. See you on the other side.

Happy September! Happy. September.

Hi GUTTAA pals. I do eventually get around to the questions. I just have to say hello to my regular readers first – I’ve neglected them terribly over the summer.

I’ve never been happier to wave goodbye to August. Don’t get me wrong, I like summertime fun just as much as the next girl, but I am more than ready for fall.
Boots. Sweaters. Apple cider. Pumpkin patches… Dreamy.
I’ve missed homeschooling and our happy little routine.
I’ve missed Newt; she’s been gone a lot, having one adventure after another.
I’ve missed rain. Don’t believe me? I’m listening to this right now. It’s my new favorite writing soundtrack.
You know what else I’ve missed?
You, dear readers.
I’m hoping to build a bit more time in my routine for regular blogging now that I am not spending all my time driving Newt to activities and back.
Let’s catch up a bit shall we?
[pours you a cup of herbal tea]
The chickens are getting really big. They went from this:
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To this:
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in less than two months.
Also, Billina appears to be oh-so-rudely turning into a Bill. So far, no crowing, but once he finds his little rooster voice, he’s back to the farm. We plan to add to our flock in the next couple of weeks so Abeline (renamed by Newt as Sarah-Jane) will not be alone.
What else? Oh yes, I started querying agents for Hook’s Revenge and have gotten a fairly good response. The full manuscript has been requested a few times. No big deal. [Squee!]
I’ve also started a new project. I had forgotten how hard starting is. My characters and I are sort of like kids at a junior high dance, definitely aware of each other, but not quite sure how to cross the gym and get things started. We have begun making eye-contact though, so there is hope.

Speaking of writing and agents, if you are here for the Gearing Up To Get an Agent Meet & Greet, you’d probably like me to quit yapping and get on with it welcome. I’m glad you stopped in.
Gearing Up To Get an Agent (GUTGAA) is an opportunity for writers that are uh, gearing up to get an agent, to help each other polish their pitches, network, and possibly get noticed by a fabulous agent.
Today, I’m answering some questions about my procrastinating writing habits.

Where do you write?
Usually in the studio/schoolroom. It has great lighting, comfortable chairs (more so than they look), a window for daydreaming, and a great library. It’s also generally cleaner than in the following photos (we were doing some back to school organizing today and not everything got put back where it belongs).
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Why yes, there is a large tent in my backyard. Thanks for noticing.

Quick. Go to your writing space, sit down and look to your left. What is the first thing you see?
A box of junk items to take to Goodwill.
[Adds item to to-do list: Don't forget to drop junk off at Goodwill]

Favorite time to write?
I write any time I can, though I work best in the morning before Newt gets up. Since she is a late sleeper, this generally works well.

Drink of choice while writing?
I’m a water girl. Boring, I know, but I love it. Besides, it has no calories. I’m having enough trouble with writer-butt.
Is it a bit more exotic if I tell you my favorite glass is a pint sized mason jar? Something about the way it balances in my hand…

When writing, do you listen to music or do you need complete silence?
It depends. Sometimes music will motivate me, other times it distracts me. I’m really into those rain sounds right now but in a few weeks, when the real Oregon rain settles in, I’ll be over it.

What was your inspiration for your latest manuscript and where did you find it?
I had the idea for Hook’s Revenge several years ago. I was sick – the bad kind – with respiratory and digestive distress. Newt was not old enough to be very self-sufficient, so I pulled out the sofa bed and told her she could watch some movies while I slept. She watched the 2003 live version of Peter Pan first (if you have not seen that, you should – it’s so charming) and then put on Hook (with Dustin Hoffman, Julia Roberts, and Robin Williams). Those were not surprising choices; we have always loved Peter Pan.
Newt pretended to be Peter for two whole years – he was her alter-ego from ages two to four. The original version by J. M. Barrie was the first non-picture book I ever read her, at age not-quite-three. I would read at bedtime while she played quietly in her bed, not seeming to pay any attention to me. The next day “Peter” would act out the adventures I had read aloud the night before, and I could be sure that Newt had been listening very intently.
Anyway, I was in an illness and cold-medicine educed fog while she watched her movies. When I woke up, there was a girl in my head. I knew she was Captain Hook’s daughter and she had a story to tell, though I wasn’t clear on many details. I wrote bits of her adventure as it came to me, but didn’t really get serious until the end of last year.
In a way, I’m half I didn’t dive right in. I feel like I needed that time to learn how to write Jocelyn’s story well, and how to develop my own voice – which to a large degree blogging has done for me. I also moved cross-country, began homeschooling, and supported my husband and his mother through the illness and death of his father. The time wasn’t right for Jocelyn, but when it was, I threw myself into her world. I’m quite proud of what I have created.
Read a bit of Hook’s Revenge here.

What’s your most valuable writing tip?
First off – finish. No matter how long it takes.
Then, be brave.
Writing is very personal. It takes courage to share with your critique partners and beta readers, hoping they like it, but that they also can help you make it better – even if that means ripping parts of it to shreds. Once you get somewhat comfortable (hee!) with that process, and you have edited and rewritten until you have made your manuscript the best that you can, you must take the next plunge and submit your work to agents and/or editors. This puts you in a very vulnerable place. There will be rejection. You may even receive three form rejections on your birthday and sit at your laptop and sob into your hands, or so I’ve heard, but in order to be successful you have to wipe away the tears and keep trying. That’s what I’m doing.
Writing is not for the faint of heart. Be brave.

Thats it for the questions. I’m going to go organize my fall sweaters now, and maybe pick some apples.

Stop in later this week. I’ll be sharing a yummy new recipe.

Secret Doctor Who Bedroom Makeover

Alternate Title: Proof That I Rock as a Mom

It’s no secret that Newt is crazy about Doctor Who. Last week, while she was at summer camp, Walt and I turned her room into a space fitting her obsession (with a few nods her her other geeky loves).
I forgot to take good before pictures, but you can see here a bit of the original, ugly wall color and trim. The closet makeover is already underway.
Note: some of the photos were taken with my phone and at night, so the quality is not so good.

The dresser was a garage sale find before Walt and I got married, 17 years ago. I’ve painted it at least ten times. This incarnation is just a bit darker – I was going for a just after sunset vibe. I also painted new Doctor Who themed knobs.
Before/in progress:

After:

Here’s a close-up of the knobs. Top drawer is for the 9th Doctor and Rose. Middle drawer is for the 10th doctor and the bottom one is for the 11th.

Here it is with the new wall color and art work. I bought the Dalek print on etsy. Elvis – I drew for a high school class and Newt made the wreath, hung with her lariat.


More details:
New switch plate, etsy

I found a bookshelf on craigslist ($20-score) and filled it with all of her little collections. Not everything is Doctor Who; she likes a few other things as well. It makes me happy to see just how many things I’ve had a hand in creating. I made the Luigi cap for Halloween a couple of years ago and painted the Hello Sweetie! sign one evening last week. You can also see the Star Wars needlefelting I made her for Christmas.

To the right of her shelf, you’ll see some of her paintings. To the left, a new Converse lamp I picked up at a discount store and a painting of Shasta done by a family friend.

I wanted some kind of art above her bed, but I didn’t want it to fall on her. Spray paint to the rescue. The Bad Wolf is Newt’s favorite part of her room.

I also sewed new curtains to match her quilt.
I didn’t like the finials on her curtain rods (they were pink) but didn’t have time to go pick up more. So…Lego!

Not pictured, a new Doctor Who Poster with David Tennant. You’ll see it in the video below.
I also have a Doctor Who Wall Calendar on the way. It should arrive next week.

Here is the room’s crown jewel – the Tardis:

I painted the two center panels of her closet blue ( I had done the whole thing in chalkboard a couple of years ago) and added decals (etsy). Walt installed a handle and lock. Then I painted the trim and a light above (which I do not love and will likely redo).

I also painted the remaining trim in the room and her door white. Walt hung new blinds. We still need to put in new baseboards, but we didn’t get those finished in time. Now they will have to wait until we have company or move. Isn’t that the way it always goes?

All in all, I think her room turned out great. I’m pretty proud of it and the hours of work we put into it. But it’s not my opinion that matters – it’s Newt’s. See video of her reaction, complete with uncontrollable giggling, below:

PS: If you like Doctor Who, check out our freezer paper stenciled tee-shirts, free printable Valentines, and Newt’s Halloween costume.

Summer Rules 2012

Newt, June 2008

I feel like I am standing at the top of a very steep hill. One step below me is a slick orange slippery-slide. As soon as I get on, the entire summer will whiz by, ending with a splash in September.
We have big plans and a full calendar (most of which belong to Newt): swim team, visiting family, sleep-away camp, theater camp, camping, BBQs, picnics, rodeos, parades, baseball games, and fireworks.
It’s going to be awesome.
To make sure we don’t neglect the important things, Newt and I have created the following:

 

  • Read, write, and do a little math every day.
  • Don’t neglect the garden.
  • Create a new flavor of homemade ice-cream.
  • Go outside every day, rain or shine.
  • Newt makes dinner at least once a week.
  • Chores before play.
  • Wear sunscreen.
  • With exception of Saturday, no tv until after dinner. On Saturday, no tv until after chores.
  • Go someplace new at least twice a month.
  • Have Family Date Night every week.
  • Every time we go the Farmer’s Market, buy something unusual.
  • Always keep money for the ice-cream man.

What are your plans this summer?

I See Your Texas Bluebonnets and Raise You Oregon Tulips


Sorry I have been so quiet; I am madly working on edits to my little manuscript, getting it ready for my crack-team of beta readers.
I’m hoping to wrap it up soon, but in the meantime enjoy these pictures of Oregon in the spring, okay?