During the first weeks after a vacation, I am always thinking about what I was doing at that same day of the week and time while I was away. Friday, 2 pm: Whale Watch, Boothbay Harbor, Maine. Sunday, 4 pm: Seahawks game, Lunen Field, Seattle, Washington. Wednesday, 7 am: Pink…
Piper waits his turn with our other founding feathers to sign the Declaration of Independence. #sisterrain #birdmom #adoptdontshop #parrotsofinstagram #conure #ahelpingwingparrotrescue #fourthofjuly #foundingfeathers #piperhanco
Most of what I write about here has already occurred, a trip or an experience I have had, and, therefore, photographs have been taken organically. When an image is needed, I will figure out what that is, often asking my husband for assistance as documented in the story, “From Hubby…
In December while traveling to the Washington, DC area, my husband and I went across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge (not to be confused with the tunnel). I thought about the places Mister Rain and I have been in the last few years. The water beneath us, I realized, is the…
Sister Rain’s Note: This is the third story in a series about Wreaths Across America. To read the previous posts, click on the following: Wreaths Across America – The Day Wreaths Across America – The Person Wreaths Across America – The Essay As I passed by the Christmas decorations…
Sister Rain’s Note: In 2015, I published 9.5 parts of “Piper & Me: A Love Story.” Beginning in March 2024 I reposted them weekly. I have since written new chapters and will continue to do so. If you would like to read any of the parts, type “Piper & Me”…
I could never be a server at a restaurant. I don’t have the temperament for it, what I do have is tremendous respect for those who can do the job. Demanding customers, workload, hot kitchens, mercurial chefs, there is an endless list of challenges to be endured while I enjoy…
There is a small photo in our home office of my husband and me taken a few months after we started dating. While we were both in that room recently, I picked up the framed image, showing it to Mister Rain. “Who are these two kids?,” I asked. He laughed….
As I licked the last envelope for a mailing to promote Sister Rain, I picked up the pile of 50, pushing together both sides and the top with my hands, the bottom cradled securely by the desk. Something in the back of the stack brushed my thumb so I investigated….
Sister Rain’s Note: This is the third story in a series about Wreaths Across America. To read the previous posts, click on the following: Wreaths Across America – The Day Wreaths Across America – The Person On the morning of Wreaths Across America Day, as soon as the alarm…
