The Dude Ranch Diaries: Light

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” – 1 John 1: 1-5 (English Standard Version)

This story is my go-to when I need a clear image of God’s light in the darkness. Such stories are close to non-existent in my dude ranch memory book – love was present through them all, but the Light was oftentimes shadowed, shaded, or hidden under a bush, oh my! Though it was probably present more than I knew, my perspective became more and more foggy with time. But this memory,  this memory, is one I’ll always remember, because it is one of the few moments when I felt like God’s presence despite the darkness.


It happened one day in northern California, on a small ranch spread out along the hillsides, with a creek separating the staff quarters from the guest cabins. Staff members enjoyed a brisk 10 minute walk from their cabins, down the hill, around the pond, down the three wooden steps, over the creek, and (look left, right, left) across the road, up the bank, alongside the pool to the lodge for breakfast and morning announcements. The drive however, from the main lodge to the stables or staff cabins was a little more strenuous, or so it seemed.

Spread out along two sides of Cappuccino Creek, a picturesque, old bridge connected the two sides. The main side of the ranch was where the majority of the ranch buildings were housed along with all of the guest cabins. The buildings were rustic and worn-out, displaying the experiences that they had been through: busy summers and long, hard winters. The main ranch building housed the kitchen, dining room, and bar. It was western-themed with deep red carpets, dark wooden tables, and interesting animal heads/antlers on the walls. In the back left corner there was a big stone fireplace with a couple of worn-out couches around it, and to the right, a dance floor and stage.

Behind this building, along a dirt path in the woods, were the guest cabins. They were two to three room cottages, each themed to their letter of the alphabet (e.g. Cabin A has apple-themed comforters and decorations, B- bears, C- cowboys, etc…). Each cabin had their own bathroom and bedroom; some even included a deck or porch. There was a total of 15 cabins available for guests to rent out for a week at a time, which offered a ranch-wide capacity of approximately 50 people.

On the other side of the ranch, across the bridge and a couple minute walk along a dirt path (through the woods, around the pond, and up a dirt hill) is where the staff quarters were. We were told that they were our “cabins” but they were more like shacks. Painted red with white trim they looked lovely from afar, but up close, their paint was chipping and tattered. On the inside, each shack had a main room with a few mattresses on the ground, some blankets with holes, a dresser or two, and pine-needle covered, carpeted floors. There was also a bathroom that was almost too small to fit it with a shower that rarely spout out warm water. The best part of the staff quarters was the fire pit, which was a place where all of us could vent and relax after a long day’s work. Beyond the staff shacks were the pastures where the horses resided. There were approximately three pastures that held about sixty horses. In between the three pastures, there was a small wooden building that kept all the horses’ tack safe and dry.

Cappuccino Creek Ranch was run by the Hellion couple. Jabez and Portia were their names. Jabez was an older man in his mid-60s. He had a thick European accent of some sort, making it nearly impossible to understand a conversation with him over the phone, or really, in person. That summer he didn’t do much for the ranch, but make up stories about his life that he started to believe after years of sharing them. He enjoyed making his staff feel incompetent as well. Portia was also quite the character. She was in her mid-50s, but looked much older. She was chubby and wrinkles were starting to take over her face. Her voice was hoarse and winey. That summer she surely knew how to point out every single mistake that staff, and guests alike, made. She was very self-righteous. Quite like her husband, she also enjoyed story-telling.

Even though Jabez and Portia were crazy, they weren’t stupid. They worked with a program called CCUSA (Camp Counselors USA). This company sent over the majority of that summer’s staff from Europe. They were on contract to stay the whole summer, or they wouldn’t get paid.

The staff was basically a group of misfits. I was the Christian girl from Minne-soh-tah. Mr. Charming, somehow related to Portia and Jabez, traveled all the way from a faraway land to help manage the ranch. He was in his early 50s, a big rugby player, with shaggy blonde hair and such a thick accent that some guests had trouble understanding (Mr. Charming stars in the story i wish was not my own). Justin was a wrangler, perfectly fitting the role of the troubled-cowboy. He was a handsome and kind guy with horse-sense by day and a troubled soul by night.  Asher, also a wrangler, was a typical fun-loving, down-to-earth guy. He always was up for a good party at night. Jack, a middle-aged maintenance man, true to his name loved him some Jack Daniels alongside his Jesus. (Mentioned as the other Christian on the ranch in: The Dude Ranch [Email] Diaries: First Night.) Brennan was another maintenance man. He was a larger-built man in his mid-20s; a father of one daughter of whom he had restricted visits to see. Calla was practically perfect in every way – a tall, beautiful blonde from Russia, who brought positive energy to whatever she was doing. She also captured the hearts of many staffers and guests alike. And then there was Nora.

Nora, short for Eleanora, is a Greek name meaning, “Light”.

Nora was from Holland, but wouldn’t fit the looks of a stereotypical Dutch girl. Her mother was from Indonesia and therefore she had tanned skin with long, silky black hair. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown. We ended up being roommates and always enjoyed our conversations together, whether they were deep or just making fun of our awful bosses.

Nora was my best friend on the ranch. It didn’t seem this way at the beginning, as I woke her up much too early during her first morning of jet lag. She had arrived at the ranch probably a few hours before this rude awakening. In my defense, I wasn’t warned about her, that she’d be sleeping in one of the guest cabins that I needed to clean. I quickly apologized and exited as swiftly as possible, thinking that my new co-worker might now hate me.

However, the complete opposite happened. We shared our commonalities and were interested in each other’s differences. Nora lost her father when she was 14 and I lost my father when I was 3. Because of her loss, Nora lost her faith in any sort of “all-loving God,” whereas my faith only grew strong for my Heavenly Father. Nora had gone through a few intimate relationships and I had yet to date. We both loved to sing. She was a phenomenal soloist, and I was more of a chorus-line singer, but we both thoroughly enjoyed belting out Disney songs, as well as the music stylings of Whitney Houston and some random country singers. She even got me to sing karaoke with her at one of the ranch’s weekly activities which was way out of my comfort zone, but completely worth it!

On the ranch, we had separate roles, though we thoroughly enjoyed helping each other out when we had the chance. Nora was a children’s counselor. On Wednesday nights when I didn’t have to serve at the “adult” dinner, I would help out with the kid’s pizza party and watch The Chipmunks with her and the children. I, on the other hand, was named Head Housekeeper. So, on the mornings when Nora wasn’t busy, she’d come around door to door with me and we’d housekeep. She’d always mimic my “Housekeeping!” with “We’re going to keep your house!”

She had a sense of humor that could break through whatever terrible thing our bosses had said or done that day, and she wasn’t afraid of them. Whereas, I think I was at first. She was my strength, my light. We shared common experiences, and knew the depth of love that is acquired through loss. I trusted her with the quirks of my character, and could be fully “me” in her presence.

Together we ventured through the crazy provided by our ranch managers. Though we connected well with the rest of the staff, we created an inner circle creating a comical clique with Mr. Charming and Jack.

With the help of each other, we comic-relieved our way through the never-ending shit-show of crazy.

One day, two weeks into our friendship, Nora confided in Mr. Charming and me that she wasn’t feeling so well. We were worried, but she insisted on trying to make it through the day, so we decided that if, in a few hours, she was still feeling rotten then we’d get her some help. It turned out that she still wasn’t feeling well after a few hours, but she continued to insist on toughing it out. And in all reality, she seemed to be fine. 

That evening, us staffers were enjoying a night of pool with some of the guests. Absorbing the atmosphere of joy and rambunctious pool-sharking, I almost didn’t notice as Nora left the commotion early. Trying to continue and enjoy myself, my stomach couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off. My empath ability could no longer distract itself with great company knowing that one of my good friends was hurting.

So that evening, when the person who brought joy and light into my life, snuck away early because she wasn’t feeling well, I knew something was up. Bidding the crew an evening adieu, I started my trek back to the staff quarters. I stopped by Jack’s cabin first, to see if Nora had stopped in for visit, but neither of them were there. Moments later, my ears awoke and my heart froze with the sound of coughing coming our cabin. Kneeing by her bedside, Jack ushered me in.

Nora was shivering and muttering uncontrollably. Jack told me that she wasn’t feeling well, so he hung out with her for awhile in his cabin, but then she decided to return to our cabin. He assumed she had made it there safely, but was confused when he heard coughing coming from outside. He went out to see what was going on and found Nora there, lying on the ground. He carried her to her bed and had been there ever since. Considering Jack and I both were the Christians, we attempted to pray together for her.

“Dear God,” I began.

“No no… Stop…” she muttered, her voice shaking.

“Please be with Nora and whatever’s going…”

“Don’t… no… stop…” she croaked softly.

“Nora, we need to get you to a hospital,” Jack blatantly stated.

“No. I don’t need a hospital. No, no, no. No hospital. Don’t. I don’t need a doctor, I don’t need a doctor,” she continued to repetitively stutter.

As nothing seemed to change or even get worse, a small voice inside urged that we needed to get help. And quick! Just in time, Calla walked through the door.

“Calla! We need help! Nora isn’t well,” I exclaimed and explained.

“What is going on?” Calla asked kindly.

“Nora is muttering, help… Our phones aren’t working and… 911 and…”

“I’ll run back and get help,” Calla stated confidently.

Jack and I stayed with Nora. I attempted to keep myself calm and in the process, keep Nora calm. I also continued to pray, silently.

It seemed like an unbearably long time before help came, though it was probably only ten to fifteen minutes. Jabez drove over in the red Ford Explorer. Justin and Asher carried Nora to the vehicle, and the three of them rode back over to the main side of the ranch, while the rest of us went over by foot. Back on the main side, Mr. Charming was trying to convince Portia to call an ambulance, as if that were something you needed convincing for. My heart was pounding and I was scared. I was attempting to “keep it cool” but frantically praying (silently) as well. A couple of the guests that had been playing pool with us, offered to help, so we had them flag down the ambulance as it arrived. When it did arrive, the EMTs loaded Nora into the back of the truck. At this untimely moment, Portia decided to call a staff meeting. I couldn’t stop the curse words from flowing through my mind. You want to call a meeting right now?! RIGHT NOW?!

“Never move the body,” she stated like a know-it-all, “In these circumstances, you should never move the body.” She spoke as if she actually knew what was going on, even though she didn’t. I was so mad at her, I don’t remember anything else that she said, I just remember slowly distancing myself from her as my eyes focused the flashing red and blue lights. For a single moment, my world was consumed by silence. I remember observing the way that Justin stared into the back of the ambulance, like he felt as lost and worried as I did. So I prayed for him as well.

Soon, the ambulance left. Jack and Mr. Charming decided to drive behind. I wanted to go with them more than anything, but Portia wouldn’t allow it. They told me to get some sleep considering I had to work bright and early in the morning.

Get some sleep?! Are you kidding me? You want me to sleep after this? I headed across the creek, but didn’t make it all the way to my cabin. I sat beside our fishing pond and stared up into the star-filled sky. I had to process all the crazy thoughts that were rushing through my mind. I prayed to God for answers and for healing for Nora. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew something bad was going on. I could feel it in the depths of my soul. Once I realized I couldn’t be alone anymore, I headed towards the fire pit where I saw a bright orange flame soaring out of the pit. The cracking sound and smoky smell soothed my soul for a moment.

Justin, Asher, and Brennan were sitting around the fire and reflecting on the night’s activities. Justin and Asher filled me in on the details of what happened while they were driving Nora to the other side of the ranch. Supposedly Nora’s heartbeat had stopped and they guys had to administer CPR. Wow, I thought taken aback. So the look on Justin’s face was his bewilderment of the fact that he may have just saved her life. Then we all vented about Portia’s strategically placed meeting that drew our attention away from Nora (who was rightly deserving) and focused it, once again, on herself. Bitch.

Lost in the moment, those of us surrounding the fire pit grew silent. We soaked in the warm and comfort provided by the flames, and lost ourselves in the dancing embers. For a moment, despite everything, the ranch was quiet and at peace. For a moment, we were all focused on the light amidst the darkness.

Breaking the silence, I heard the still, small whisper; this time coming from Justin.

“Will you pray, Sarah?” he asked humbly.

“Out loud?” I asked, surprised by his request.


And so I prayed. I don’t remember the words that I uttered, or if they had any lasting impressions. What I do know, is that at the beginning of the darkest season of my life, in a moment of true vulnerability: two wranglers, a maintenance man, and a housekeeper prayed around a bonfire. Three men who didn’t consider themselves Christians, bowed their heads as a Jesus-loving woman’s words cut through the darkness. In selfless hope, they fellowshipped for their friend that until that moment, had brought them so much light.


Mr. Smooth

Mr. Smooth walked into the store yesterday,

Without a plan in mind.

He smiled as I welcomed him,

Then off to the beer section, he went to find.

. . .

As I was leaving, he asked for my help.

To find some great craft beer…

“I just got back from Germany so…”

“You want to find German beer here?”

. . .

We headed over to the craft beer cooler,

And he pointed out his favorites.

Leinenkegal’s he has tried,

And Alaskan Amber he has savored.

. . .

Along with each one came a story,

Of a place that he once resided.

Traveling with the military,

In all his travels, he prided.

. . .

I offered him some local suggestions:

Bent Paddle, Surly, and Castle Danger…

When I admitted my lack of beer knowledge,

He showed me the kindness of a stranger.

. . .

“Honestly, I don’t know the best of beers” I muttered.

Grabbing my recommendations, he questioned, “Why?”

It’s here I confessed my love of bourbon.

It’s here Mr. Smooth became so fly.

. . .

If I had been twenty years older…

Let me tell ya, let me tell.

I would have swooped him up in a heartbeat.

Giving him no chance, for help to yell.

. . .

He was smooth in starting our conversation,

With stories of far away.

He was smooth in his encouragements.

Just a stranger, making my day.

. . .

I enjoyed his willingness to share his stories with me,

And how he redirected my self-deprecation.

But he was just a passerby,

A one-stop salutation.



The Dude Ranch [Email] Diaries: First Night

Disclaimer: It seems I have just bumped into a treasure trove. Whilest looking for the initial sketches of my tattoo, I found all the emails I sent back and forth with friends and family back home during my stay at the Californian Ranch. Nothing quite tells the story like my email drawl of my 19 going on 20-year-old self. Enjoy the poorly typed, yet raw and real experience.

Hey all!
So i made it to Cali safely and i’m chilling in my temporary room, considering it’s dark out and raining… not quite what i was hoping for, but tomorrows a new day… currently i’m the only girl staff member here, which is fine, but i’m definitly not at bethel nemore… it’ll be good tho, once more staff come in about two weeks, in the mean time, i’m going to adjust and get to know the people here. the cook, picked me up at the airport and he’s a pretty cool guy.
So it’s def. not what i thought it was going to be like, but usually things aren’t, tho i’ve been reassured that i will have lots of fun this summer, i might even be able to go exploring to the red woods and over to the coast! Things will get better when i start working and business picks up in about two weeks! so i’m excited… but for now… i’m just praying and reading my bible, and getting closer to God, because, yeah life is much different here.
No worries… I’m good.
I love you all !!!
God bless!

Hi Sarah!!

I was so happy to hear from you – sorry to hear that sunny California
wasn’t sunny yesterday but I’m sure things will improve.  You will be having an
awesome summer and I envy the experiences you’re going to have.  You’re
right – things will be much different when business picks up and your time is occupied a little better (maybe too much!).  What will you be doing the next two weeks before the other staff arrive?  Have you met the owners and are they nice?  I bet you can’t believe that you’re actually there. Keep in touch – it was really great to hear from you.
I love you, Sarah – have fun!!
(Auntie) Paula

HI Sarah….glad to hear from you as I was thinking of you on Wed. as you headed west….sure hope you have fun along with all the work you will be doing….keep me posted as I will love to hear from you…know that I love ya lots…all is ok here and taking one day at a time….

(Auntie) Adira

Hey, Sarah,
Glad you made it safely to CA.  Yes, I will be praying for you alot!  This is a new adventure, but God is there for you!
Sending a hug,
(Cousin & Prayer Warrior) Lrae

hey Sarah! thanks for your email! I’m glad you’re good… just curious..
do you have your phone with you this summer?? How is it  being two hours
behind us?? I always thought it was cool as I felt like everybody was
living in the future… heh… and I was assured that life would be okay
as everyone had lived fine up until that point in the future, you know??
like Charles Schulz says, “Don’t worry about today. It’s already tomorrow
in Australia.” A mi me gusta esto. =)
So it sounds like things are a wee bit slow.. hmm? A wee bit quiet?? I am
glad you have a positive attitude here and are using it for some God time
and reflection. And of course, you’ll get acquainted well before everybody
else is there, so that’s really good for you. The Red woods and the Coast
sound super awesome as well. Huh?? Oh Sarah!! ::big hug::
(Bestie) Leta

Re: Leta
Hey dear!!! Leta!!!
how are you??? I don’t have my phone… it lost service like two hours
away from where i’m at… two hours behind is fabulous!!! i can get up
early and it doesn’t bug me much!!! Thanks for the Charles Schulz quote->
it’s good stuff:)
It’s a whole new world over here… I’m definitly NOT at bethel anymore…
many prayers are welcome… well i got to send another billion e-mails so… i’m going to try to call
you soon!!!

Re: original email
SOoooo good to hear from you!!
Not what you expected….what do you mean?????
SOOOOO PROUD of you doing this…many would not

Re: Mom

it just looks diff than i pictured… but it’s all good, i got to explore
and clean cabins today, and for the whole serving thing… i actually
don’t have to remember much except for breakfast, otherwise i just bring
the food to the table and people serve themselves!!! so it’ll be lot’s of
cleaning, but otherwise pretty easy!!! it’s all good:) I got to meet the
co-boss, the boss’s daughter-in-law and we cleaned the cabins together and
she’s super sweet… and then there’s this older wrangler guy and he found
out i am a Christian and he told me there’s tuesday night bible studies
and he offered to have me come along!!! i’m so excited… he was also
thinking about starting up a study for workers:) so i’m glad that i have
someone i can share my faith with here.
everyone’s super nice here… yeah
Love you,


It is sooo good to hear from you again!!
I am glad you sound a bit better. I am thrilled about the Bible studies!!!
What an awesome opportunity.
Who knows…maybe you will be a leader in the group!! God works in
mysterious ways.
You say it loos different than you thought…HOW?????
I miss you around but I will be OK
Keep in touch…I llove hearing about your time there.

Love you bunches,
God bless you

Re: Mom

It’s a bit more rustic than i expected…
but i’m now having an awesome time!!! i talked with this guy for like
three hours about GOd and life and the Bible!!! It was sweet!
Don’t miss me, just know that i’m working hard and having the time of my

Love you forever and for always!!


Oh…. How hopeful I was at the beginning…

Beloved: A Psalm for 2018

I want to learn to love from a place of knowing – actually feeling on the surface, and in the depths of my being- Your love for me. I want to have a grasp on Your love for me – I want to be rooted in that, so when I share You with others, they will actually feel Your love too. I want to be able to receive Your love, and not just shrug it off – I don’t want to be able to ignore You as You pursue me deeply and lovingly. And yes, thus I am asking Lord that this next year, You will pursue me like You never have before. Crash through my walls, break down any barriers, and evaporate any fears, because Your perfect love casts out all fear. Make my knees weak, my heart flutter, and my soul yearn for more. Serenade me with Your truths, encourage me with Your words, and root me in Your Presence. Guard and protect my heart. Cleanse me from all unrighteousness. Woo me, unhinge me, hold me, and show Your love to me deeper than ever before. So from this, I will be able to love, as You have loved me. 

In Your Holy and Beautiful Name, Jesus,

❤ Amen 



The Dude Ranch Diaries: Tattoo

“I will never get a tattoo.”

I spoke those words adamantly as his BMW sped along the curves of the northern California hills. They fell somewhere between my “I love Jesus,” spiel and, “I don’t mess around, so don’t mess with me,” speech. It was approximately an hour drive from the airport, due north towards the ranch, and our conversation (steered by me) covered all my essentials. Meanwhile, I observed with clear caution the large green pot leaf tattooed on his right arm with the cursive, bold, black words scripted, “God’s Gift,” as I shared my I don’t care what you do, but this is how I live beliefs.

“You’ll get a tattoo by the end of the summer,” Mr. Chef replied quite confidently.

“I’m sorry, but no, I will never get a tattoo,” I replied with gusto.

I was so sure of myself at the beginning.

Yeah, things clearly changed.

I shared an A-frame cabin with two other girls, or was it three? By the end of the summer, I had the place to myself because the other girls had either left, or moved into the cabins of their boyfriends. The cabin was one room, with high ceilings and a small deck out back overlooking the stables. Each of the four corners had a twin-sized bed, with a ragged old couch and a couple worn out shelves and dressers scattered along the available wall-space. Our front door didn’t fully close, which I positively accounted to the rustically, “roughing it” experience. Living. The. Dream. I must admit I was somewhat relieved when I had the place to myself because we all had to share a tiny bathroom.

In this tiny bathroom, there was small plaque that was push-pinned into the wood paneling. Squished beside the small shower, and toilet cubby space, and above the sink and dirty mirror were these influential words, that would absolutely affect the way I lived out the summer.


“If you don’t do it, you’ll never know what would have happened if you had done it.”

-Ashleigh Brillant

Ever since the moment I muttered the word “Never,” I knew I’d live to regret it. Because early into the adventure, early into the craziness, I realized that I kinda, really wanted a tattoo. Not just that I wanted one, but I had a sense that I needed it. Back and forth, back and forth, I prayerfully struggled with my “no tattoo” beliefs. And each morning before work, and each evening before bed, those words would inch their way closer to my heart.

Until I let go…

I started thinking of ideas. Rustic. Cross. Horseshoe. Something to commemorate the dude ranch experience, and the things that helped get me through. And once my creativity took way, I knew I was a goner. I knew I needed this tattoo of my dreams.

I sent my ideas to my best friend back home, because I wanted her to draw it! It would add to the “meaningful” part of the experience. She sent me a few designs…


Then I responded to her revisionary ideas… and then she sent THE ONE. It. Was. Perfect. This tattoo would be more than ink etched into my skin. It would be proof that if I could survive this ranch experience, then surely I could survive anything!


The day after my 20th birthday, Mr. Chef to whom I proudly proclaimed that I would never, ever get a tattoo, not only drove me to the tattoo parlor near the ocean, but he also purchased it for me as a birthday gift!

I really enjoyed the experience. My dear (I say that sarcastically) friend, decided that he would describe the pain as similar to a couple hundred bees stinging me all at once. However, for the hour or two that the tattoo artist was working on me, the most pain that I felt was having to lie on a metal table in the same position for that amount of time. The monotonous buzzing sound would have eased me into a sweet slumber, had I not been so uncomfortable. Though, much to the tattoo artist’s excitement, I jumped a bit as the ink tore into my ankle bone. “Oh I got you there!” he stated satisfied.

Next to me was a sociable lady being tattooed for the who knows how manyth time. The current tattoo was a black outline of two coffee stains. She told me the story of how she and her significant other met in a diner, and the intertwining coffee stains resembled their love story.

The only negative detail about the tattoo experience was that I got it with a few weeks left in the summer – which meant a couple weeks without hot tubs or swims. We also poorly planned our trip, because we went to the ocean after I was tatted. So it was all looks and no feels with Mr. Pacific Ocean.

Originally, I had planned on keeping the tattoo black and white, like the image my friend had drawn. That would keep it nice and affordable for the wallet of Mr. Chef. However, while the tattooist was sketching out the actual tattoo, he recommended creating a larger image, as well as adding shading and color. Generously, he offered to stick to his initial quote in price, and with that information, Mr. Chef and I were sold! Here’s how the finished product turned out with a glistening coating of Walgreen’s A&D ointment:


  • Cross – Jesus, my center, my everything, especially through the terrible times.
  • Wooden – To fit to the rustic, ranch theme, and as the cross was – two wooden planks that our Savior was nailed to.
  • Flame – A combination of two songs that helped me survive the summer – “Consuming Fire” recorded by Hillsong UNITED and “Consume Me” by DC Talk.
  • Barb-wired heart – God, as my consuming fire, is the true lover of my soul. And though I didn’t know it at the time, it is also a reminder of God’s ability to redeem us from our painful memories and experiences. Can I get an Amen? Plus, do you see the cool “S” at the bottom? Yeah, that was on the bone…
  • WWJD – I know some people think it is cheesy, but really, “What Would Jesus Do?”
  • Horseshoe – To commemorate my love of horses, line-dancing and the ranch experiences. It is facing upward so that the luck won’t spill out. Which is one of the better lessons I learned from my boss.

Oh… You’re wondering how my mom felt about it all? Apparently, I told her it was going to be smaller. But, don’t worry, after the shock wore off, she eased into enthusiasm about it, and its message.

And I must say, I have not ever regretted it. I knew, like the grand message of the small plaque in our miniature bathroom, that had not done it, I never would’ve known, how much I would adore it.

So what’s your story: “If you don’t do it, you’ll never know what would have happened if you had done it”?   

Painful Memories

Old emails flashed across the screen,

Of words I’d once spoke.

Experiences I used to joke about,

When really my heart, they broke.

. . .

It’s easy to reminisce the good,

And even the embarrassing moments too.

But when it comes to my terrible self,

I’d rather quit and say, “I’m through”.

. . .

I think this is why I kept these memories,

All ruffled and unsorted in a box.

Now as I plunge into their depths,

Their hauntings return, sly as a fox.

. . .

It was on that ranch that I became,

The me who I didn’t want to be.

With those memories I return again,

To visions that I don’t want to re-see.

. . .

The stories I will continue to write,

As truly I promised I would.

But with the pain of these memories,

Here, I will bury them, for good.