Thunderstorms, tornadoes, the constantly vibrating horizon, soaring birds and waving wheat have all been a joy to experience the past 6 months. Now, the house is liveable, the construction site, a home. Looking forward to writing retreats plus family and friend reunions in the landscapes I love, both north and south!

With the generosity and trust that comes with childhood friends, Oklahoma hospitality and family friends, Windspiration Point is almost liveable. While I could camp for months at a time with that view, I am happy to say that thanks to Jack Rother, Tracy, Gary & Carl Matli, Damon Jones & Kenny, Butch Hladick, Martin Knecht and my mom, Jan, sister, brother-in-law, aunt and uncle and neighbors like Andy and Linda, Randy and Susan, Flora and John, the house will be ready for Mother's Day! Not complete, by far, but the re-construction phase should be done and it will finally feel like a home. Thanks to everyone for their labor of love.

When my first boyfriend, now four decades older and having taken a wildy different path through life, told me about a house for sale in the canyons where I grew up, I thought the thumbnail he emailed was a joke.  Like other times when "the right thing" has popped into my inbox at "the right time", this "handy man special" with a jaw dropping view was not only in my price range, but I could see where my great great grandparents had first settled in Oklahoma.  On my way to Guthrie for my darling niece's wedding that week anyway, why not go look?  Well, there are plenty of stories about temptation, about playing with fire, but this time, I knew it wasn't a negative.  The right house, or rather "project" (as it's far from finished) at the right time (between job assignments) and at the remarkably rare time and place for an in-person visit all collided to make me a home-owner.  Yep, it's true.  I bought a house in Oklahoma.