“For My Mother”

Written by MY Mother after my grandmother passed, and before she herself passed one year later, five years ago today on May 1, 2013.

I found it handwritten on notebook paper while cleaning out mom’s house.  It’s as if I’d written it about her…


Pondering, I wonder

The stories left untold

89 years of love and life

So few passed on to hold

Faded photos of unknown faces

Concealing memories of faraway places

Captured in time the faces I know

Come from my remembering, not from your stories told

Childhood smiles of puppies and parties

Friends and family of long ago

What came before I can only imagine

Filling the blanks with my own version

Made up stories that ebb and flow

Never reaching any conclusion to know

Lessons were learned through the years

We shared the laughter and the tears

Through the wisdom of your experience

I knew love and conquered fears

As this Earthly journey ends

Your face so free of strife

These words you spoke float through me now

“I lived a colorful life.”


Ingabritt Rogers 1922 – 2012
Cristina Joy Klix  1950 – 2013




Cozy is…

A plush robe

Fuzzy slippers

Fresh new sheets on the bedcozycody

Fluffy kitty in my lap

Don’t forget the dog curled up around my feet


Dimmed lights

One lit candle

Fireplace crackling

Red wine poured


Who needs a man

I’m good!




ON a sailing adventure I took about a year ago, I experienced profound peace on the water.  The Adventuress is a 100-year old wooden schooner that is impeccably maintained and smells of old wood and musty sails.  Today I reflect on that trip over the calm waters of the Puget Sound and remember the glorious harmonies of the sea shanties sung by the crew and taught to the guests on board.  I missed the opportunity to go sailing on the Adventuress again today, but hope to catch it the next time around.  Today would have been a perfect day.


My parting memory of that trip was a last-minute photo I took just as the sun was setting.  Looking at the photo later, I noticed an aquamarine orb sitting just on the edge of one of the masts.  My friend, who is very tuned into supernatural phenomena and frequently channels our angels from the Spirit world said, “Hey, your mom was there with us.”  Mom was there.


It’s on this very day that my dear friend’s mother is dying.  My friend was my mother’s best friend and now she is going through what I went through in 2013; watching her mom pass away.  It’s a painful process no matter how it happens, but we all know that we will all go through it at some point and it’s never easy.


My prayers and thoughts go out to all those who have lost, or are in the process of losing, a loved one.  Keep a vigilant eye out.  Their Spirit is with you and may appear when and where you least expect it to.


Adventuress_1In loving memory of Cristina Joy



“Aquamarine evokes the purity of crystalline waters, and the exhilaration and relaxation of the sea. It is calming, soothing, and cleansing, and inspires truth, trust and letting go. In ancient lore, Aquamarine was believed to be the treasure of mermaids, and was used by sailors as a talisman of good luck, fearlessness and protection. It was also considered a stone of eternal youth and happiness. Today it protects all who travel by, over, or near water, and opens the channels of clear and heartfelt communication.”

Crystal Vaults


May Day Flowers

dandelionsI don’t associate May Day with protests.  It’s pathetic that it’s come to that these days.  I remember May Day as the day to make baskets of flowers and surprise Mom with them.  I’d make a construction paper cone with a handle, pick dandelions and blue bells from the yard to put into it, hang it on the door and knock.  I’d be hiding behind a nearby tree and watch Mom open the door and find the flowers and smile.  That’s what I associate May Day with.  Flowers and my dear Mother’s smile.

I miss her so much it hurts.  So much has happened in the four years since her passing from cancer.  I think about that day a lot.  That week, that month, that year…..what I would have done differently, more time I would have spent with her.  It was a bad few years with so many stressful things happening all at once.  Memories I prefer not to re-live.

I hope she knows I’m ok.  I still struggle, but I’m better now.  I wish she were still here with us.  I love you forever Mom.  xoxo


Another day in February

My son is practicing his driving in preparation to get his license, so every morning he drives to school and I am along for the ride.  It’s only a 15-20 minutes drive, but it’s 20 minutes of the day that I get alone time with my son.  Sometimes we just listen to music and comment on the traffic, other times we talk about what we want to do on the weekend, stuff like that.  This morning, he asked me what my plans were for Valentine’s Day.  He knows I don’t have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t really know exactly who my “friends” are, or their status  He has a girlfriend now so I know he was really just leading up to HIS plans by sounding interested in mine.

I looked over and giggled.  “I don’t have a valentine,” I said.  “You kids are my valentines!”  A smile came over his face.  “Well, I was thinking and I wanted to get your opinion,” he said.  [Kari] has always wanted to watch the sunset at the lake, so I thought if you could drive us there we could have a little picnic and you could pick us up later?  I even researched where the sun would set and what time to know if we could even see it from the lake.  The sun sets at 5:30.”

I smiled and said, “How romantic!  However, it might be better to plan that more towards summer when it stays light longer and it’s not so cold.  What if it rains?  I think you need a plan B, or a new plan A.”

We rattled off a few other ideas; a movie, dinner and a movie (too expensive, he says), bowling, roller skating….?  “Ok, I’ll think about it,” he said as we drove up in front of the high school.  “Have a great day and I’ll see you later,”  I called after him as he walked away from the car.  I got into the drivers seat and headed back home to wake up the next kid and get her off to school.

Thinking about Valentine’s Day….

…Just another day in February. 



Standing On the Horizon

IMG_00000381 (1)2015 is coming to a close.  As I stand on the horizon of a new year, it means a lot of things to me.  Thoughts and emotions run through my veins like floodwaters rushing through a pipeline from the mountains to the ocean.  I look back on where I’ve been and then I look ahead to the possibilities of where I might go, not knowing for sure where the road will lead.  It’s a scary and exciting place to be.

I’ve been through so much in my life it’s hard to wrap my mind around it sometimes.  I read articles written by brave women who are willing to put their experiences out there for anyone to read and I relate to much of what they say.  I, too have survived hardship, living in another country, interracial marriage, abuse, attacks, financial woes, struggles, childbirth, abortion, miscarriage, divorce, survival, college, death of loved ones, climbing a career ladder, raising teenagers (ongoing for a while now…), among other life events. To me, it seems par for the course called life.

Everyone has a story, right?  Everyone has struggled.

I thought about writing a book.  I’ve actually started it.  Then I wonder, what makes my story so unique?  Anyone could write a book and it would be interesting, different, people could relate to it…look at how many billions of books are out there!  I think, for me, it would be personal satisfaction.  An accomplishment of sorts.  A need to express and release the floodgates to some extent.  Maybe someone will read it.  Maybe someone will relate to it and say that I, too am brave to tell my story. Maybe, just maybe it will inspire someone to leave their abusive husband, or to take a journey abroad, or to go back to college like I did.

I’ll keep working on it.  I have so much to look forward to in 2016.  I’m in a good place, probably the best in many, many, many years.  It’s taken the three years since my divorce to feel comfortable being alone.  I’m not voraciously searching for the love of my life anymore, but rather focusing on myself and my kids for once.  Their well-being has always been my focus, but my attention is different.  If a man does appear in my life, he must be worthy of my love and it has to be a good fit for all of us, not just him and not just me.  I’ve made many mistakes in the past that I refuse to repeat.


Looking back, I would do so much differently.  A friend recently told me that “the time to do things differently is NOW“.  That is the lesson I’ve learned.

Here’s to 2016 and a brighter future!

Happy New Year!




swedish-horsesMemories of Thanksgivings passed are vivid this time of year and evoke a sense of melancholy I try not to wallow in.  This is the 3rd Thanksgiving without Mom, the 4th without Grandma and the 6th without Grandpa.  I remember when we used to gather on Big Lake at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.  The wood stove warmed the room, smells of delicious foods wafted from the kitchen, Swedish decorations adorned the shelves and table, and the view of the pristine lake was so comforting.  Grandma always stressed out over such occasions.  For some reason the cooking overwhelmed her even though we all pitched in.  Maybe she just wanted everything to be perfect.  It was perfect.  We were together after all.


White lights and candles surrounded us, we ate, always laughed, and caught up on each others’ lives as we sipped on eggnog and coffee with Bailey’s.  Grandma always had, on prominent display, the arts and craft project I made when I was five which was a beer bottle wrapped in blue and orange yarn with twigs sticking out of it and little Swedish stars dangling down.  She kept it all these years and it was her favorite decoration to have out during the holidays.


I miss Grandma’s homemade apple pie.  I miss the sounds of their voices and laughter.  I miss Thanksgiving with them.

This year will be spent with Dad and Linda and her family…probably some neighbors.  I see them a few times a year and I know them all, but it’s a different feel.  No doubt there will be a lot of great food, laughter, and catching up on each others’ lives while we sip on….well, red wine for me!  Undoubtedly, there will be eggnog and coffee with Bailey’s consumed with the pumpkin pies from Costco.  It’s not the same, but it’s family and I’m grateful for that.


I give thanks for the memories.

I give thanks for my health.

I give thanks for my family.


Peace, love and light this holiday season.

NaNoWriMo is a real challenge!

Last year, when I first learned of National Novel Writing Month, I was too late to participate and frankly, too busy.  I swore that next year, I’d do it!  How fun?!  Write 1,666 words per day and have a 50,000 word novel completed in one month!  Sounds easy, right?


I was wrong.  It’s not easy.  Unless maybe you don’t have 3 kids, no full-time job that is over an hour away in commute time, you have a significant other to run errands for you, or to cook, or clean, and no dog to walk so you can think of what to write about.  Even if one didn’t have my busy lifestyle and just lived alone in the woods with no time table or agenda other than to write 1,666 words per day, I still don’t think it would be easy, but it would be doable.

However.  That’s the point.  The point is to challenge yourself to do more than you otherwise would have.  I know I’m not going to win the contest or be ready to publish in December, but truth be told, I have made more progress on my little project than I would have had I not joined NaNoWriMo.  It’s made me think about how to structure my story, how to develop the characters, and when to interject dialog as opposed to narrative, etc.

It may take me 5 years of NaNoWriMo’s to finish it, but at least it’s challenging me to think about it!

If a story is in you, it has got to come out.

-William Faulkner