Friday, May 29, 2026
Wednesday, May 27, 2026
The Solace of Open Space
Link- The Solace of Open Spaces
Gretel Ehrlich
“Wyoming seems to be the doing of a mad architect- tumbled and twisted, ribboned and faded, deathbed colors, thrust up and pulled down as if the place had been startled out of a deep sleep and thrown into a pure light.”
Sunday, May 10, 2026
small world stuff
Saturday, April 25, 2026
reading
Finished... I Remember Nothing - by Nora Ephron - Great book of essays - She wrote You've got Mail.
I listened to Lost Lambs by Madeline Cash - Fiction, But a little mix of everything honestly. Did not love the characters but I was curious what happened to the characters!
Thursday, April 09, 2026
More Kindle Airplane Reading
If I Don't Return: A Father's Wartime Journal (published 2026) is a memoir by retired U.S. Army Lieutenant General Mark Hertling, based on journals he wrote for his sons during the 1990-1991 Gulf War
Labels: military memoir
Wednesday, March 25, 2026
Memorial Days by Geraldine Brooks
Read this from Munich to Denver.
Geraldine Brooks tribute to her husband. It is easy to read and enjoyable.
From the Publisher -
Book Description
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER · A National Book Critics Circle Award Finalist
A New York Times Notable Book of 2025 · A Washington Post Notable Nonfiction Book of 2025 · A Time Best Memoir of 2025 · Named a Best Book of 2025 by NPR, People, Air Mail, Bookreporter, and Publishers Weekly
“Brooks tracks the geography of grief with patience and grace as she comes to terms with the ongoing nature of outliving the ones you love most. … Her memoir is certainly a testament to her own unique loss, but it’s moreover a lifeline to others who will find themselves in this familiar, shattered landscape of grief.” —Los Angeles Times
“A rich account of marriage and mourning.” —Washington Post
A heartrending and beautiful memoir of sudden loss and a journey towards peace, from the bestselling, Pulitzer Prize-winning author of Horse
Many cultural and religious traditions expect those who are grieving to step away from the world. In contemporary life, we are more often met with red tape and to-do lists. This is exactly what happened to Geraldine Brooks when her partner of more than three decades, Tony Horwitz – just sixty years old and, to her knowledge, vigorous and healthy – collapsed and died on a Washington, D. C. sidewalk.
After spending their early years together in conflict zones as foreign correspondents, Geraldine and Tony settled down to raise two boys on Martha’s Vineyard. The life they built was one of meaningful work, good humor, and tenderness, as they spent their days writing and their evenings cooking family dinners or watching the sun set with friends at the beach. But all of this ended abruptly when, on Memorial Day 2019, Geraldine received the phone call we all dread. The demands were immediate and many. Without space to grieve, the sudden loss became a yawning gulf.
Three years later, she booked a flight to a remote island off the coast of Australia with the intention of finally giving herself the time to mourn. In a shack on a pristine, rugged coast she often went days without seeing another person. There, she pondered the various ways in which cultures grieve and what rituals of her own might help to rebuild a life around the void of Tony’s death.
A spare and profoundly moving memoir that joins the classics of the genre, Memorial Days is a portrait of a larger-than-life man and a timeless love between souls that exquisitely captures the joy, agony, and mystery of life.
Saturday, March 21, 2026
Sunlight Devney Perry author
I found this on Kindle and it caught my eye as it is based in Montana. Fiction.
From the site: My first day in Montana, I got into a tug-of-war over a grocery store shopping cart. The most handsome man I’d ever seen broke up the scuffle before he asked me on a date. I was seconds away from accepting but then he told me his name.
As an owner of the Haven River Ranch, Jax Haven wasn’t my boss. But he wasn’t not my boss either.
Obviously, my only option was to turn him down, scurry away, then pretend like he was a stranger on my first day of work. And obviously, I could never, ever admit that he was my secret crush.
For as hard as I work at my job, I work twice as hard to pretend Jax doesn’t exist. I don’t let myself think about his dazzling eyes or charming smile. I refuse to acknowledge how good he looks in a pair of faded Wrangler jeans. And as tempting as he is in a cowboy hat, Jax is a distraction I cannot afford.
Everything was going according to plan until the annual holiday party. Until I drank one too many flutes of champagne and let him sweep me off my feet. After a night in his bed, there was no more ignoring Jax Haven. Not when I’m pregnant with his baby.
