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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.