Pic Pick Friyay!!!

I love these two pictures. They are some of my first landscapes that I took on film when I was really trying to learn photography. I wish I would have noted the settings and film type! I know I was shooting a few roles of Fuji Velvia around then and judging by the saturation I am going to say it was probably that.

I was in college at the time and was looking for a creative outlet and that’s when I really started to get into photography. I love to hike and be outside and photography was/is a perfect companion for that.

Have a great weekend and make some memories!


Experimenting with depth of field and low aperture.


Mt. Baker from the North at sunset.


Pic Pick Friyay: Seattle Flight

Miles and I lived in Seattle briefly (six months). During our short stay, Miles surprised me with a flight around Seattle. We had a total blast, and it still warms my heart that he included me on this adventure.

Miles up in the sky (eh, see what I did there?) Miles took some pretty fantastic pictures.










Happy Friyay!



The Ones That Stay

The Ones That Stay

While you were gone, working your 9-5, our blue-collar-town changed. People smiled, talked, engaged. Movement slowed, tension reducedWe are the ones that stayed.

I used to go.

My body in a suit of automobile armor, leaving home before the sun came up. I engaged the commute war.

I drove quickly past wild flowersI didn’t see them. The air conditioning blasted. The heated, wild roses of summerI didn’t smell them. I could not hear the bird’s song over radio advertisement. I was not anywhere. I was everywhere.

Now I stay.

My heartbeat pulses to the rhythm of community. I recognize faces—Happy exchanges. We enjoy our town, we share this space.

We stay.






How Writing a Book Is Algebra

Math was my nemesis all throughout school. From Kindergarten through college, I loathed math. I especially hated algebra. I still don’t get it and honestly I fear the day when my son asks me for help with his math homework. *Insert Dad*

Today when I was thinking about my YA book and the various plot points I’m trying to sort out, I realized how writing a book is a lot like algebra .

Breaking the story into the most basic of equations:

A+B=C or Begging, Middle, and End

I know C. The end has always been entirely clear to me, but there are undefined plot variables that are A&B that I have yet to solve.

Because I know C (End), My equation actually looks like this:


And like with most math tests you have to “SHOW YOUR WORK”. Your reasoning is just as important as getting the answer correct.

So far writing my book has been the “SHOW YOUR WORK” portion. How did I get to the end? What makes sense?  This is where the problem solving comes in, gulp!

And now that I have taken my least favorite subject (math) and married it to my favorite (English), I’m going to keep trying to solve my plot equation.

Pic Pick Friyay: Methow Valley

Hi guys,

Happy Friyay! My week has been BUSY! I’ve been working like a mad woman on my YA novel.  My manuscript has become my second child and a bit of an obsession.

So, I am happy to spend some time on Pic Pick Friyay. I started Picture Pick Friyay last week with my 50th post. This week I would like to show and tell you about The Methow Valley in Wa. Ladies and Gents, The Methow Valley is the hidden gem of Washington. It holds a very special place in our heart. Miles proposed at The Freestone Inn located in the Methow Valley in October of 2012. We spent our one year anniversary there as well.

I combined two trips into one for this post:

Engagement 2012.

One Year Anniversary 2014.

Ok, I am going to shut up now and let Miles’ pictures do most of the talking.

Engagement 2012

Miles proposed right after this picture was taken. We are standing next to The Lost River that runs past the cabin we rented.
The Beautiful Vintage Box Miles Made Into A Jewelry Box.
My Art Deco Engagement & Wedding Ring. Circa 1934.
The Fireplace In Our Cabin
Driving Home


Driving Home

One Year Anniversary 2014

Celebratory champagne. My last glass of alcohol for 9 months, about three weeks after our anniversary trip we found out I was pregnant!
Standing Outside The Freestone Inn.


If you ever make it to Mazama, do yourself a favor and get breakfast and coffee at The Mazama Store. I dream of their pastries.
Good Wine+Vacation=Happy Girl


Me Contemplating Nature, Nature Contemplating Me
Present Me Says To Past Me: “You Are About To Get Pregnant.”
Fireplace In The Freestone Lodge


My Man Crush Always & Forever.


Happy reading, writing, living, and loving folks.


Dragon’s Loyalty Award

I was nominated today for the “Dragon’s Loyalty Award” Thank you so much Mystery Date With A Book for the nomination.

The Rules:

  1. Display the Award on your blog.
  2. Acknowledge the blogger who nominated you.
  3. Nominate six deserving bloggers.
  4. Write seven interesting facts about yourself.

Six MUCH Deserved Bloggers:

  1. Face First
  2. Chronicles Of A Young Mother
  3. Navigate Your Life
  4. Truly Unplugged
  5. Total Betty Talk
  6. Susan Rushton

Seven “Interesting” Facts About Me


I’m writing a YA novel.



I’m OBSESSED with The Lochness Monster “Nessie”. He is real!!!


I graduated from Western Washington University. Go Vikings!


I love horses.




I secretly entered my husband’s photography into an art contest and he won “Best in Category”.



I’m sneaky *See #5*


I drew the fox card as my spirit animal in a creepy magic shop in Canada. (I agree with the cards, the fox characteristics matched me very well.).

PHOTO: The National Fox Welfare Society said Pudding is too friendly to be released back into the wild.

Martin Hemmington/National Fox Welfare Society

Have a great day!



The Nightingale: A Book Review & All Of The Feels




In love we find out who we want to be.

In war we find out who we are.

FRANCE, 1939

In the quiet village of Carriveau, Vianne Mauriac says goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he heads for the Front. She doesn’t believe that the Nazis will invade France … but invade they do, in droves of marching soldiers, in caravans of trucks and tanks, in planes that fill the skies and drop bombs upon the innocent. When a German captain requisitions Vianne’s home, she and her daughter must live with the enemy or lose everything. Without food or money or hope, as danger escalates all around them, she is forced to make one impossible choice after another to keep her family alive.

Vianne’s sister, Isabelle, is a rebellious eighteen-year-old girl, searching for purpose with all the reckless passion of youth. While thousands of Parisians march into the unknown terrors of war, she meets Gäetan, a partisan who believes the French can fight the Nazis from within France, and she falls in love as only the young can … completely. But when he betrays her, Isabelle joins the Resistance and never looks back, risking her life time and again to save others.

With courage, grace and powerful insight, bestselling author Kristin Hannah captures the epic panorama of WWII and illuminates an intimate part of history seldom seen: the women’s war. The Nightingale tells the stories of two sisters, separated by years and experience, by ideals, passion and circumstance, each embarking on her own dangerous path toward survival, love, and freedom in German-occupied, war-torn France–a heartbreakingly beautiful novel that celebrates the resilience of the human spirit and the durability of women. It is a novel for everyone, a novel for a lifetime.



I finished reading Kristin Hannah’s novel, “The Nightingale” two days ago. I stayed awake until midnight, knowing that I would be up with my son at 6:30am just to finish The Nightingale. I normally don’t pick up war novels or writing that I know will inevitably break my heart, and to tell you the truth, I didn’t even read the synopses before I checked it out at the library. I walked to the library after a couple glasses of wine and was feeling carefree and picking books because of the titles and their covers. I’m glad I was slightly buzzed when picking books that day, otherwise I may have put this one back on the shelf due to the tragic time period.

That’s not to say I don’t appreciate emotional reads, it’s just that I have to prepare myself for the investment. I do this to protect myself because my anxiety can be triggered by high-intensity, emotionally intense topics.

I started reading and from the first chapter I was engrossed in the story. Hannah is a very gifted writer her, I dare you to read the first chapter of Nightingale, because if you do, there is no turning back.


I don’t want to give any of the plot away and there is nothing I can tell you that the synopsis above can’t. Mostly I would like to describe the way this novel made me feel. And to put it lightly it reached into my chest, gripped my heart with such intensity that I shook during various scenes. It literally left me rattled (in a good way?). I think part of the reason I was such an emotional wreck while reading this book is because I’m a mother now, and imagining some of the decisions that the women in this novel had to make or the “choiceless choices” just slayed me.

This is a book  that will linger around the edges of my memory forever. Someone will mention World War 2 and I will instantly think of Hannah’s characters in Nightingale. Through her story we get a very real, raw glimpse of Nazi occupied France from 1939-1944.

After reading Nightingale I’m reminded that even though it was a “tough” read about the stark ugliness of human history, it is our responsibility to momentarily take off our blinders and confront the past. It is our job to remember.

I normally sign my book reviews with “Happy reading”, but with Nightingale you will not be “happy” while reading, so I leave you with:

Never forget,



Six Comparisons Of Being A Stay-At-Home Mother VS. A”Real” Job

Hi Readers,

No, that’s not me in the cover image, that is the gorgeous Elizabeth Taylor. I know the resemblance is uncanny (I wish!!!!).

I wanted to share my latest article that xoNecole published. It’s about my life as a stay-at-home mother compared to my life in the workforce.

I hope you enjoy it.


Happy Friday.


Cover Image Found Here: http://womanbody-childemotions.tumblr.com/page/24

Daffodil Parade

Yesterday, the fam and I drove to my home-town of Orting, Wa. Growing up in a small town will: nurture you, raise-you-up, disciplined you, comfort you, and suffocate you all at once. For the kids raised in the small town of Orting, Mt. Rainier was our guardian and inspiration. Everyone from there claims it as, “their” mountain.

We made the 1.5 hour long trek to visit family and friends and watch the annual daffodil parade. Yesterday was the 83rd daffodil parade to march the streets of Orting. Miles and I were lucky ducks, and Grammy watched Leif and our dog Zeus. We got 3 full hours of grown-up time. We went to a bar and had a beer *gasp*. Latter, we met up with our friends and watched an army of cheerleaders, band members, princesses, horses, goats, clowns, cars, buses, and advertisements march down the main street of Orting. It was sunny, and we had a wonderful view of the greatest spectacle Orting has to offer, “our” mountain.

I hope you are having a wonderful weekend.




Bring Back the Sonics!!!!


Published: The Unexpected Way the Women in My Life Helped Me Through Labor

I’m excited to tell you all that I was published again on xoNecole!

This is an article about how the women in my life inspired me through my labor, even though they weren’t in the delivery room. Also, how my nurse made all the difference in my labor.

Here is the link.