As the first group of would-be rescuers reached us, they called out, “Seen the Moulton boys? Their parents think they have fallen into a mine shaft or been buried in an avalanche.”
(n)O Christmas Tree
I had finally reconciled with Santa's fall from Christmas grace, and I figured that nothing could be worse than the binder paper Christmas.
(n)O Christmas Tree
I could not stretch my limited imagination to see the twelve-inch foam cone with butterscotch disks attached as any sort of tree, especially a Christmas tree. First of all, trees are green, not school bus yellow. God bless the poor family friend who made it for us.
Yá’át’ééh, Brody, It is Good
Before I moved to Page Arizona, I always thought the traditional Diné (Navajo) greeting was pronounced Yah-ta-hey. Someone just smack me.
Ready to Launch–No Excuses
I was inspired by a simple post from one of my favorite bloggers. Christian Mihai, titled The Five Habits of Extremely Prolific Bloggers. The first habit on his list? Yeah. "They never make excuses."
On Thanks
I'm not talking about Mayflower Pilgrims and Native Americans; I'm talking about finding opportunities to be thankful even when there doesn't seem to be much to be thankful for.
When a Navajo Introduces Herself, She Gives her Genealogy
Navajo culture and society are organized matrilineally. Similar to the western patrilineal system of family organization, emphasis is put on the clan of the mother, and mothers are the heads of households and central focus of each clan.
Keeping Up With the (Benjamin) Joneses
How to organize your files when ancestors share the same given name for several generations.
The Story of a House as told in Facebook comments
I had no idea of the flood I'd break loose when I posted this photograph . . .
November Newsletter
I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna get over that perfection paralysis.
STORIES FROM THE PAST 