Happy Nevada Day….oh and Halloween too


Home means NEVADA, Home means the hill……

For many today both in Nevada and all over the US Halloween is the day that is celebrated by children and adults alike. For me October 31st is always first and foremost NEVADA DAY. It’s the day that the only place I’ve ever called home became an official state of the Union.

I love my home. Don’t get me wrong, I hate the summers with the unbearable heat but that doesn’t last forever. Love over powers any grief I have with summer time.

I love the way the wind is always blowing in Las Vegas. No matter what we always have a breeze.

I love how it smells when it’s about to rain and afterward when the desert has been cleansed.

I love that my husband and I are both born and raised in this state and it’s where we had our daughter.

I love how beautiful it is during the fall, winter and spring. How the air is warm during the day abut cool enough to snuggle at night.

I love that nearly everything is 24 hours. There is freedom in being able to eat breakfast in the middle of the night at your favorite little diner in a local casino.

I have a great deal of pride in my state and an fiercely protective when anyone deems my home less than great.

I have watched this city I live in grow and change in such a short amount of time. More people and more traffic. Road ways always under construction. It all can get maddening but this is my home. These are my streets.

When you’re out tonight with your kids knocking on doors remember to hum a birthday tune as well.





How do photographs and images inspire us?

I was scrolling through a great site recommended by a dear friend, pixabay.com, and came across this photo.


I sat and stared at the woman. Her head it angled toward the sun, her eyes are closed and she has what appears to be a secretive yet joyful smile on her face. What is she thinking? Continue reading “Photographs…”


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I feel a change coming. I’m not sure if that change will be in myself or an event surrounding me but it looms just over the horizon. I do not fear this change. I am oddly calm and ready for whatever is coming. I have already accepted it for what it is and I find myself prepared.


What strikes me about this feeling, is that I know it will have long term impact. This isn’t a small hiccup in life that will smooth over. This is something that is going to cause new paths to form. Continue reading “Changes…”


Welcome Back! Something new this #WaldoWednesday is that the quote below is my first attempt at creating my own art for the page. I’ve proud of the simplicity of the piece because it describes how I feel about today’s quote.


Who you are means more than how smart you think you are compared to others.

I’ve always been intimidated be people who have attended college in any manner because I never have and at this point don’t see myself doing so for any reason. That isn’t to stay that by this time next year I won’t have a different plan, it just means this is what is now.

There have been people I have met in my life that regardless of how much higher education they have received completely lack intelligence of any kind. They’ve read all the literature, studied all the classics yet have no concept of what it means to be kind. They lack a fundamental piece of the puzzle that makes us human. Did they learn too much?

On the other hand I have also met people who most likely didn’t make it past middle school and they also lack intelligence. Not book smarts but simple intelligence. Their minds for whatever reasons stopped absorbing knowledge of any kind and they too lack kindness.

At what point in our maturity does our character start to exceed our intelligence or better yet help to define it? Or does our character begin when we begin? Can we build upon our initial selves through learning and experience or are we genetically predisposed to only ever reaching a certain standard of ourselves?