Author Archives for Rachel

My Man, Some Fields, and a Park

June 25, 2017 11:09 pm Published by Leave your thoughts

What could be better than spreading blankets near a chattering brook and genteelly consuming refined fare with distinguished friends? Why yes, wearing fashionable waistcoats and taking pony rides through tree-lined lanes would make such an occasion even finer. Last month, we attended Visions of History’s Regency Picnic at Memory Grove in Salt Lake City. This affair gave us a chance... Read More »


Escalante Escapades

June 18, 2017 9:44 am Published by Leave your thoughts

It was my turn to plan our anniversary outings this year. Finals week and anniversary fun don’t play well together but after the presentations and term papers were all done, Jason and I skipped town for some celebratory recreation. Jason has been wistfully contemplating the merits of glamping for years. So, I decided to organize our anniversary trip around those... Read More »


What a Pain in the Neck!

June 6, 2017 5:52 pm Published by 2 Comments

On a day hike in November, when I was carrying less than 10 pounds on my back, I hurt my neck somehow. What a wimp, right? There was no blinding flash of pain but the next day I couldn’t move my neck from side to side and attempting to do so hurt a lot. Trying to turn my head back... Read More »


The Hunt

May 15, 2017 4:29 pm Published by Leave your thoughts

Jason and I organize an epic Easter hunt every year with my family. Virtually all our nieces and nephews on my side participate in this quest regardless of their age; no teenagers decline on the grounds of childishness for the plunder is rather ludicrous. We make the hunt interesting by adding some competitive elements, golden eggs with substantial cash in... Read More »


My Southern Shrine

May 11, 2017 9:42 am Published by Leave your thoughts

There is something extraordinary about the places that evoke the remnants of childhood joy. My grandma’s house is such a place for me. My grandma lives in a rural area of the South. Her small home, humble by adult standards, always thrilled me and my siblings as children. To her grandkids that house meant endless doting, plentiful food, innumerable hugs,... Read More »