Hello, I’m Karen. Welcome to my cyber suite.
I’m very glad you stopped by. I’m not Merle, that was my father, but I’m honored to give my blog his name. He was hilarious, difficult, loving, and complicated, and his presence is filtered throughout these pages.
I left the field of dentistry a year ago, but I haven’t left my calling. More on that very soon.
I’ve blogged for nearly two years. My very first post featured a letter my great-grandfather wrote to his daughter, my grandma Lalla, and was published here 100 years to the day after it was written. That post is called Why Grandma Cried.
After beginning with history, I branched out and now include just about everything else that suits my fancy: photography, hiking, retirement, quilting, rescue cats, cooking and baking, gardening….
I live in the Pacific Northwest and try each summer and fall to hit the hiking trails as often as I can. The husband and I feel this is the best time of the year. Oregon Trails are hard to beat.
I hope you enjoy my blog. Please stop by and leave me a message on the Say Hi! page.
Here’s a bit more about me.
The size of your britches?
I don’t care.
Whatever our calling, profession, race, religion, talent, income level, gender identity, or size, I believe what matters most in this life boils down to one simple thing:
How we treat each other and how well we get along.
I don’t believe in blind acceptance of come what may, but I believe life is a whole lot better sprinkled with kindness.I believe we can disagree, with kindness and intelligent conversation. I believe in supporting one another and being positive.
I have a rescue cat named Gandalf. I like maple bars, baking, photography, Emerson, and red wine (is it 5 o’clock, yet?). I like old books, the smelly ones, and could hang out in used bookstores for hours. I like having long conversations with my mom. She’s 88 and one very cool lady. She’s helping me with our family history. The husband and I take long hikes on fabulous Oregon trails each summer. I don’t get to see my kids often enough, but Gandy is great company (when he’s not being a Nervous
Nelly Ned at the vet’s office).
Meet Otis, our newest rescue. Gandy is trying to accept.
Most days I’m incredibly content and find life to be very good. On these pages you’ll find everything I care about. Sometimes life can be messy; I write to cleanse.
I’m still learning (i.e. finding
Why am I here?
I want answers just like you. Now we’re getting somewhere.
I believe that our time is now, that we must live fully (and eat the chocolate).
I believe we must nurture the dream.
From Emerson’s Rhodora:
“…if eyes were made for seeing, then Beauty is its own excuse for being…“
Find the beauty.
Finding Merle, dedicated to dad.
❤ Thank you for reading. ❤