She is me 1970. Haphazard ponytail, jeans too short , living in my books. Officially her name is "New Heights of Knowledge: Faraway Places" by sculptor Gary Lee Price, but she found me in a Santa Fe gallery and sits in my office as a reminder of who I will always be.
A recent study determined that considering several economic, safety and satisfaction indexes, being a newspaper reporter has now supplanted lumberjack as the worst job in America. I am grateful to have experienced much better days.
A couple of pieces of dime store costume jewelry that had once belonged to each of my grandmothers taught me how to get out of my own way and have fun with beading and design.
After nearly two decades together, it turns out that a cop and a journalist actually can live in relative -- and usually interesting-- peace. It doesn't hurt that he does the Sunday Times puzzle in ink.
My family name is Mohn - the German word for "poppy." Considering the German tradition of last names being associated with a trade -- it could mean my ancestors were florists- or drug dealers. I'm going with florist.
I split my time between two states and have put more than 85,000 miles on my Prius in a few years- a small price to pay for having places to go and people to see
Lily serves as muse, office manager and frequent footrest. I am not the kind of empty-nester who would dress my dog up every Halloween -- if she didn't enjoy it so much.