Welcome to the Jungle

I started college as soon as I finished high school. I thought I’d have a head start and get done early, right?

It took me a long time to finish. Stuff. Supporting myself, and family stuff.

But I loved school so much. I love college and I wanted to keep going. Years went by when I couldn’t take any classes.

It was a long deferred hope. And it was a cherished cherished cherished goal.

Until one year, circumstances aligned and I could go FULL TIME for a whole semester. Then that glorious moment when I realized if I went ONE MORE full time semester I could actually graduate.

That one year was the only time I had spend a full school year in college. All the night classes finally added up and I could spend a full year.

What a year! Studying and reading and carrying fat books. These teachers shared their knowledge with me, and I looked at the requirements in the handbook. I checked them all off and I GOT MY DEGREE.

The worst part about getting my bachelors’ degree? Being done.

I loved sitting in classes and learning new things!

What was I supposed to do now?

Seriously. I’d had this nurtured hope for so many years. Once I’d accomplished it I didn’t really know what to do.

I felt like I’d been travelling a paved road. It was steep, sure. But I always knew exactly where it was and how to travel it.

Once they handed me my diploma, the road ended.

It was the jungle, baby.

Now if I had somewhere I wanted to go, I had to break out a machete and cut a trail.

That’s a different thing altogether.

It’s very nice to have the trail already laid out. All the milestones and detours specified.

It’s beautiful.
But going on my own? That’s a mess.

I’m not likely to get there directly.

And it’s an unanswered question of where “there” even is.

I’m finding it’s changing a lot.

Lately, I think it’s even more important to pay attention to what I am looking for in this path.

There are still other people in the jungle, and they will come alongside and pull me onto their path.

I can get swept into their orbit, and be influenced by their idea of where we are supposed to go.

Yet, in the end, I am the one who knows where I am aiming for. Other people can’t tell me what I want.

It’s better if I listen to where I want to go. I’m the only one who knows that.

Leading each other

  1. This Monday I had to lead a team of installers around s government site. The govt was shut down, remember?So my contact who Was supposed to get us a key and meet us around wasn’t there. We had to figure it out.
    My installers are retired military guys and you’re a lot younger than me. we knew the address but we couldn’t tell where it really was.

    So on the theory that they knew where this might be I let them lead me around. we went hither and Yon not finding what we needed.

    “This feels like being a teenager where I’m following people who think they know where they’re going. “

    “No I really think it’s over here. “

What’s your point?

It was my daughter’s birthday this Monday. She turned 9. She is her very own self, with some of her personality taking after me and some after her daddy.

She enjoys watching documentaries, like her daddy.

Not my thing. I like reading books.

And writing them.

This month I was asked to be part of a writer’s facilitation series at my church. There was interest in the topic.

The interested people were some very interesting people who thought they might want to share their stories.

The first in the series was a discussion about memoir writing. I was not the facilitator, but I attended to get the feel of the series.

People wanted to share their stories. These dear people had lived long lives and seen much.

I came away with some things to ponder.

How does a person tell the story of their whole life?

I remember when I was trying to start the story that became The Russian American School of Tomorrow I didn’t know how to scale the mountain.
And I had to tell it.

I settled upon telling the story of two friends. But I couldn’t tell the story of those two without telling about this other person.

And that gave me a place to start.

The other problem was where to stop. That took a lot longer to discover.

I was thinking about the group of participants in the writing series. They had a lot more life under their belts.

So here’s where the concept of documentaries come in.

You can tell a history. But history doesn’t have a point. What’s the point of Egypt?
Just for example.

When I tell a story, it has a point.

Which is why it took me so long to find the end of the story of The Russian American School of Tomorrow.

I had to figure out what was the point of this bit of history.

My husband studied history in college. I studied literature. I was telling him the topic of this Weekly Wonder, and he said:

“They don’t teach storytelling in history classes. The best kind of history is stories.”

I can agree with that. It takes more than a string of facts to arrive at a story.

For me, it took taking one little part, one year.

Making sense of the events of our life is probably the point of going over our histories.

Need to Hear it

He came by to see me. I don’t see him very often. This time he came by and we had something to eat and something to drink.

We caught up. I don’t see him so often anymore. We caught up on what is happening in each other’s lives.

A little bit.

And there came that point.

We always come to that point.

I was actually trying to avoid it.

But there came that point when I brought up the same thing I bring up every time. For this person, it was to talk about how he could stress less and take care of himself. How he could give himself a break and not give in to everyone else’s expectations.

This time I said “What are you hearing when I tell you this? Because we have the same conversation every time we talk.”

We do. I think maybe he heard me. But I always think that.

Here’s something I’ve learned about giving people advice:

Every time I am telling someone else what they need to do

No matter how much they need to do it

No matter how much they don’t need to do it

I am telling myself what I should do.

That’s a saying, Every time you point your finger at someone, you’ve got three fingers pointing back at yourself.


Right about now,

How would my life be better if I gave myself a break, and didn’t let other people’s expectations crush me?

What if I let there be some room for other people to help me, and let there be room for good things to happen?
What if I made time for the stuff I *like*, not just the stuff I am obligated to do?

Because I have this conversation every time.

I guess I still need to hear it.

Make it Last

Over the New Year’s weekend, I was reading a book The Last Policeman by Ben Winters.


It’s a police detective sci-fi novel. The police detective stuff has been done frequently, and done well. Ben Winters poses the scenario:


What if the police detective were trying to be a detective which a life-ending asteroid hurtling toward earth?




It will take about a year to get there.


So what does everyone do when they know this life (and that would be all human life) ending asteroid is coming?


I’ve heard the maxim, “live every day like it’s your last.”


Well, that’s nonsense. If this were my last day, You cannot reasonably do that. If this were my last day on earth, I certainly wouldn’t mow the lawn.


Or go to work.


But if it were my last year?


That’s a bigger scope. In this novel, anyone with means is considering leaving their jobs and going “bucket list.”


Which is all fine, but then how do basic needs get met?


Cell phone coverage gets a lot spottier when the people maintaining the lines are less motivated. And not even there.


Of course, reading about this story, I think about it. What would it be?


How could I really decide what I would choose to do with a consequenceless year?


What do I really like best?


I did not miss the irony that I was reading this book over the new year. Which is also my birthday.


What is it? What is the thing?

Cell phone coverage gets a lot spottier when the people maintaining the lines are less motivated. And not even there.

Of course, reading about this story, I think about it. What would it be?

How could I really decide what I would choose to do with a consequenceless year?

What do I really like best?

I did not miss the irony that I was reading this book over the new year. Which is also my birthday.

What is it? What is the thing?

One thing I know for sure is it’s not one thing.

It takes a bunch of different things to make a life satisfying and balanced

Like the commercial “Part of this balanced breakfast”

It takes the mind blowing and the mundane to make life work.

And it takes trying and tasting and moving on. Some of the things I loved once are not a good fit anymore.

And some of them I’ll never leave behind.

It’d fun to think about—what would I do if it were really the things I like best?

with a bang

Happy new year, readers! It’s 2018, how did that happen?


Time to think about what it is I’m doing with my years, as they stack up.  I did a new years ceremony with some friends, and we all came up with our WORD for the year. how we each want to show up and be in the next year.

It’s funny. At this point, I have crossed off a lot of the definable goals. Graduated from college. Have a husband, daughter and a mortgage, not in that order.

I have published a book. More than one.

I have a career.

So now it’s more about how I want to feel.

Have you seen that video of Jim Carrey talking? He says “I wish everyone could be rich and famous, so they could see that it isn’t the answer to anything.”

Well, damn. So what is?

All those things I felt like I had to have, like i couldn’t be me until i had them–the achievements and statuses–what now?

Me and my friends wanted to think about what we wanted to feel like. How we wanted to experience life.

This is a new idea for me. Is it because I have reached a certain age? Or is the whole zeitgeist coming to realize this?

The phrase is “core desired feelings.”  How does my life make me feel? Is that how I want to feel? If not, can I do something to change it?

Guess what my word is. I choose:


Go big or go home! But still, they way I think about it is that explosions have to be very strategic or they are not effective.

I want to explode on my days and in my life with precision, to make an IMPACT.

that requires directing my energy and then


That’s how I want to live in 2018. That’s how I want to feel.

books I read in 2017

Kingdom Cons by Yuri Herrera

Hero of a thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell (audio)

Heritage of Cyador by L.E. MOdessit Jr.

Presence: Bringing Your Boldest Self to Your Biggest Challenges
Amy Cuddy

Cyador’s Heirs (Saga of Recluce Book 17)
L. E. Modesitt Jr.

The Last Policeman: A Novel (Last Policeman Trilogy Book 1)
Ben H. Winters

Animal Farm: A Fairy Story (An Hbj Modern Classic)
George Orwell

Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (Wisehouse Classics Edition)
Robert Louis Stevenson

The Golden Notebook: A Novel (Perennial Classics)
Doris Lessing

I Thought It Was Just Me (but it isn’t): Telling the Truth about Perfectionism, Inadequacy, and Power
Brené Brown,

Poisonwell (Whispers from Mirrowen Book 3)
Jeff Wheeler

Deep Work: Rules for Focused Success in a Distracted World
Cal Newport, Jeff Bottoms,

Dryad-Born (Whispers from Mirrowen Book 2)
Jeff Wheeler

Fireblood (Whispers from Mirrowen Book 1)
Jeff Wheeler

The Silent Shield (The Kingfountain Series Book 5)
Jeff Wheeler

The Hollow Crown (The Kingfountain Series Book 4)
Jeff Wheeler
Rising Strong: The Reckoning. The Rumble. The Revolution
Brené Brown,

A Companion to Wolves (Iskryne Book 1)
Elizabeth Bear, Sarah Monette

Calamity (The Reckoners)
Brandon Sanderson

Firefight (Reckoners Book 2)
Brandon Sanderson

Steelheart (Reckoners Book 1)
Brandon Sanderson

The Interestings: A Novel
Meg Wolitzer

Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead
Sheryl Sandberg, Elisa Donovan, Random

The Ciphers of Muirwood (Covenant of Muirwood Book 2)
Jeff Wheeler

The Banished of Muirwood (Covenant of Muirwood Book 1)
Jeff Wheeler

The Scourge of Muirwood (Legends of Muirwood Book 3)
Jeff Wheeler

The Void of Muirwood (Covenant of Muirwood Book 3)
Jeff Wheeler

The Blight of Muirwood (Legends of Muirwood Book 2)
Jeff Wheeler

The Power of Vulnerability: Teachings of Authenticity, Connection, and Courage
Brené Brown,

The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love that Lasts
Gary Chapman

Norse Mythology
Neil Gaiman

The Maid’s War (a Kingfountain prequel) (The Kingfountain Series)
Jeff Wheeler

The King’s Traitor (The Kingfountain Series Book 3)
Jeff Wheeler
The Thief’s Daughter (The Kingfountain Series Book 2)
Jeff Wheeler

Hex11 – The Complete Volume 1: The Magic Age Rises (Hex 11)
Kelly Sue Milano,

The Queen’s Poisoner (The Kingfountain Series Book 1)
Jeff Wheeler

Chaos Monkeys: Obscene Fortune and Random Failure in Silicon Valley
Antonio Garcia Martinez

Seveneves: A Novel
Neal Stephenson

The Constitution of Liberty: The Definitive Edition (The Collected Works of F. A. Hayek Book 1)
F. A. Hayek,