Slow Down and Respect the Process
Driving west on a local highway early one morning, I met a runner trudging along at the edge of morning traffic. Sweat dripping from his face, he took care to stay in the berm as semi trailers and morning commuters flew by. Through my windshield I spied a look of pain...
Un-Masked: When Our Eyes Do the Talking
A trip to England, a writing workshop in Alaska, visits with my kids in Nashville and Chicago, a friend’s wedding … The list of things I’ve missed during this pandemic is lengthy and counting the losses can be discouraging, even painful. I’m...
Do You Have Questions About Racism? Me, Too
“Let us speak for ourselves.” The words stung, but they needed to be said. In response to an all-white panel discussion a few years ago around the topic “how can white authors write about and for people of color”, this one statement gave us the...
Is It Time to ‘Reimagine’ and ‘Begin Again’?
Last December, I began considering whether I needed or wanted “one word” for 2020. I was looking back on a challenging, eventful year and the one word I thought would guide me through 2019 had been lost in the shuffle. I can’t even tell you right now...
I’m Ingrid, a lover of good coffee, great stories and heart-felt discussions. This is where I share my “slice of life” ponderings and invite you to join the conversation. For more about my family and our valley life, take a walk around Selah Pond. I’ll meet you at the cabin!
