The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

According to family lore, that was one of the first full sentences I ever uttered. That does not surprise me in the least. I’ve always been very independent. I started working when I was 10 years old, growing house plants and selling them at the local flea market. My first major purchase was tickets to …

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So yeah, this happened: I got dressed in grubby clothes, complete with an extra t-shirt to cover my hair, and a face mask and safety glasses and gloves, and I dragged my fat self under my house. Mission: installing insulation on the sub-floor. I think it’s important to know one’s house from top to bottom, …

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When I was 16 years old, I was lucky enough to participate in a program that not only allowed me to earn much needed money for the summer, but also taught me skills that I’ve used throughout my life. It was called the Youth Conservation Corps, and it was one of those rare moments when …

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Extremes

The View from a Drawbridge

The most profound silence I have ever experienced was in Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado. Miles from civilization, the quiet takes on a character one does not usually experience, to the point where the flapping of a raven’s wings startles you. The best thing I have ever eaten was a seafood pasta dish called …

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