I’m not sure what generic sketch I should give myself so that you feel like you know who is talking to you. I realize that the source of information is a valuable part of understanding the quality of the information. Everyday we are, or should be, sizing up and evaluating those who seek to inform and persuade us. We strive to determine if they are worthy of our attention and opinion.
Unfortunately, I don’t know how to give you the description you seek and deserve. I could present to you my resume, or a sketch of where I have lived, or a genealogical chart, but all of these are only bits and pieces. For some people these bits and pieces are sufficient. From them we can fill in the gaps and get a good sense of who a person is. Of course we know there are deviations, people are not without surprise. But I contend that my deviations are more consistently the norm than they are the exception.
I suppose, overall, you simply need to know that I am a woman who loves being a woman, loves God, loves education, is embarking on a great adventure, has experienced a wide variety of circumstances, and has befriend a broad diversity of friends. If you’d like to get to know me and understand this cryptic description a little better, then I hope you enjoy my blog. This is, or at least I intend it to be, a hodgepodge of my current thoughts and experiences as well as an opportunity to explore my past through the ever-evolving lense of the present. Thanks for reading.
Jump on in and take a look at D.C. through our eyes.
Hazel is sitting in the middle of the busy road in front of our apartment building. We received several feet of snow overnight, which closed the government down for more than a week.
FDR Memorial
Kite Festival on the Mall
Cherry Blossom Festival
Hazel's first best friend in Washington, D.C. She is learning quickly that although friends move away, new friends can always be found.
A visit from a good friend. Hazel and Nat at the American Indian Smithsonian museum.
Lurray Caverns
Shenandoah National Park
Trying to overcome her frustration that despite her best efforts, her mother still stepped on at least one "creature" on her way to the peak. By "creature" Hazel means insect. The trail was riddled with black beetles, and Hazel was determined to protect the life of every last one.
The view was amazing, but two hikes in one day are definitely too much for a three-year-old.
Hazel's begins a ballet and tap dance class.
At the Kennedy Center. Hazel and I went to see Mary Poppins.
Hazel's first experience babysitting.
One of my favorite spots.
A visit from some wonderful friends.
The triumphant WWII Memorial.
"The Earth is crammed with Heaven and every common bush afire with God, but only he who sees takes off his shoes . . . . " Elizabeth Barrett Browning 
National Cathedral
Hazel's first pet.
Vietnam Memorial
A visit from family.
Picking leaves.
The urban park
Happy Halloween!
