Reconnection are meditations to help you through this time.
75 years ago – Opa’s Last Stand
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Reconnection part 2, Rooted
Reconnection is a meditation, based on my experiences, to help you find connection.
Reconnection Part 1, Wander
Reconnection is a meditation, based on my experiences, to help find you find connection.
Six feet
It is how tall I am. How deep you are buried when you die. How far from each other we are supposed to be. It is also the name of an impromptu jazz band that sprung up Thursday afternoon at Green Lake park. 6 feet Staying inside on a sunny, 60 degree spring day in... Continue Reading →
Staying home
Sharing a few photos from the last few days. An upside of staying home is being able to capture spring blooming in my Seattle neighborhood of Green Lake. I hope you enjoy these photos. Southwestern view of Green Lake. Yay daffodils! New leaves on the weeping willow. https://videopress.com/v/SSTrBPfz?preloadContent=metadata Ducklings!!!
Wayback Machine – Oprah Prize
Screen grab of page in the Wayback machine. My first publication is on a now defunct page on the Worldwide Web, seattlewritergrrls.org. The date sometime in 2004. The title: The Oprah Prize. You can read it by following this link. It isn't good writing, but it is writing nonetheless. And published writing at that. I... Continue Reading →
Top 5 must dos in Juneau, AK
The thrill of Alaska starts before the plane lands. Flying into Juneau on a clear day is like having a seat on a large, special access tour bus. As the plane maneuvers over Gastineau channel between islands and peninsulas that look like mounds of submerged forestland, you can scan the shoreline for bears or harbor... Continue Reading →
Cinco de Mayo
It was our last tourist destination in Mexico City. The National Palace. We were there to find one of the most amazing collections of murals by the famous Mexican artist, Diego Rivera. If you watched the movie Frida the courtyard of the national palace is in the scene where a young Frida Kahlo brings one... Continue Reading →
How we divide
We were making copies using the ditto machine in the teacher’s resource room of our school. When the teacher’s aide – we kids called “slap jaw” - walked through the intoxicating fumes of the duplicating solvent to talk to us. She asked us where we were going to high school – we both replied Sullivan.... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 