When Mister Rain was a boy, he had a GI Joe. Some forty plus years later, he still plays with dolls. And I have the pictures to prove it. My husband is the Chief Photographer here at Sister Rain LLC. In “From Hubby To Business”, I share the challenges he…
This is my dining room table, the papers scattered across it are proofreading notes and edits to be made on stories I am drafting. If I need to handwrite something, I use a sharpie, printing very large. I am slightly embarrassed to tell you that most of what you read…
When you live with a disability, you spend your days adapting to a world created and operating for anatomically correct people. Sorry, Ken. I have never liked the word “accept” but “adapt” is something I can get behind as it is necessary to survive when something goes wrong with your…
Going to a concert at a venue close to home in 2008, the opening act was a local singer-songwriter, Dan May. I was so moved by his music that I went home that evening after the show and purchased four of his songs on iTunes. I looked him up as…
I am terrible with measurements. For example, I was recently looking for a new birdbath (for the outside birds, not Piper) as our old one broke last fall. The online listing would say 22”, prompting me to get a tape measure to see what that looked like. Of course I…
From 2010 – 2019 this website was a pastime for me. I took it seriously, the perfectionist in me allowing nothing less, but it was easy, it was fun. When I made the decision last summer to start creating new content after four years away, it stopped being a hobby…
When I stopped writing four years ago, “cancel” was something done to appointments, TV shows and memberships, not people. As I return to publishing my experiences, being careful as to not be cancelled is a concern. I find myself wondering about the decade of archived posts. If someone were to…
Working with a web designer on renovating Sister Rain, we talked about my brand and identity. I am a wife, a bird mom and a friend. But when asked about my intention for Sister Rain, I answered off the cuff. It sounded good to my own ears and the designer…
I have a saying amongst my friends, that sometimes you live a lifetime in one day. It’s usually not some big event but rather the minutiae of a 24-hour cycle that starts out as kindling and is a full-blown pep rally bonfire, minus the marching band, by the time your…
