“I must study politics and war that my sons may have the liberty to study mathematics and philosophy…In order to give their children a right to study painting poetry and music.”  John Adams John Adams was…

We made it in the front door around 10PM and dropped our bags in the foyer.  The only thing that came out of our luggage was toothbrushes. Everything else we needed surrounded us. Friday morning the…

“Is this political, because I’m disgusted with all politics, I don’t want anything to do with any of them” she said as she wiped her painted finger across the panel. She didn’t get the symbolic…

We made it back to Boise after many hours of winding south. We stopped in MacCall for lunch, wishing we had more time to explore this sweet mountain town. The drive seemed to go on…

And the rain came.  Not on the day I prayed for it, but on the day I needed sunshine.  It was Saturday morning and we were due at the Moscow farmers market at 8AM.  It was our last…

We drove home from CDA on Friday and made it into bed around mid-night. We were due at the farmers market by 8:30AM Saturday. My aging bones were spent and I selfishly wished for a…

When I was younger I was drawn to extremes.  I wanted to be in the middle of a throbbing urban environment or out in the middle of the wilderness.  My moods and my companions seemed to follow…

We pulled up to the pepto-pink-colored two-bedroom condo that serves as campaign headquarters and sleeping space for Tom and the staff.  Not an inch of the small place goes without use. It had been a long…

We’re on the road to Boise.  The car is packed with more bags than we need, and few extra space eaters – like two big stuffed bears.  They don’t get much attention at home, but as soon…

I  have a bit of a stiff neck, and I haven’t taken the time to work out much this week.  I shrug it off as a temporary situation.  I’m sure when all of this passes, I’ll get…