Story of Mufasa: dog-eared but valuable

What is a dog’s life worth?
Hours of time and thousands of dollars?
Or something else?

The beginning

People are mean. Do you agree? I’ll tell you a story.

The Chihuahua puppy had no home. He was left to starve in the streets of Kansas City. He had a thin dull coat. He shook from the cold with winter coming. He shuffled and hurried and huddled along the concrete walls hungry and alone. His ribs grew sharp and gaunt. His eyes crusted over. He was afraid.

People are mean. They turn away from need. They leave the little ones alone in the cold to fade and go hungry. They walk past suffering.

The middle

People are kind. Do you agree? I’ll tell you a story.

A woman took pity and trapped the Chihuahua puppy. A rescue organization called Paws Crossed Inc. (on Facebook) reached out to her and offered to take care of him.

Nettie, Mufasa’s foster mom, gets some puppy kisses 

Nettie, a volunteer with Paws Crossed took him in as her foster puppy. She fed him and he got his strength back. Within a week he transformed into a lively, tail-wagging puppy. She put a sweater on him when it was cold. His coat took on a shine. He ran with joy.

She named him Mufasa. She showed him love.

He came when she called him.

Then as he was getting stronger, they brought him for medical care.

Bad news. He had a fatal heart condition. He survived starvation, cold and the streets, but now he wouldn’t make it without surgery.

The surgery would cost thousands of dollars.

Paws Crossed started fundraising to save him. People donated for him to get the surgery. The vets at Mizzou fixed his heart so he could have a long life.

People are kind. They give lavishly and freely. They see suffering and offer healing. They open their homes. They teach the little ones what love is.

A second beginning

We were looking for a new second dog to live with Cookie, our Chihuahua mix. We lost our beloved Mercy in January.

We looked at a  beautiful, bossy female dog with blue eyes, a chocolate coat and a faraway look. She wasn’t the one. Another bossy female wouldn’t be a good match for our current bossy female.

We looked at a young hound (Vincent, so sweet! someone should adopt him). He wasn’t the one. Too big to be a good match for our Chihuahua mix.

The photo I saw that made me apply. Courtesy of Paws Crossed Inc.

My friend, Kristen, sent me the link to Mufasa. Ears for days. A happy look. Friendly with other Chihuahuas.

He was the one! I applied for him. Then I wrote my husband an email: “What do you think of this dog? I applied for him.” Yes, that is how strongly I felt. I couldn’t wait!

I learned his story that I am telling you now.

We also learned he still has a problem. He’s so active running around that it’s hard to get a clear photo of him!

We picked him up on Saturday.

People are mean.

People are kind.

What is a dog’s life worth?

Is it worth nothing? Is a dog a piece of trash scuttling along the streets in the cold?

Is it worth thousands? Is a dog a symbol that brings out the best of our power to give, to care and to heal?

Is a dog’s life worth this and more?

Is a dog’s life worth a lifetime commitment? Yes, I say, yes.

60-Second Sanctuary is here!

My book, 60-Second Sanctuary, launches today! If you’d like a copy, please buy one now for $6 on Amazon.

dtp_7139330_USER_CONTENT_0This book grew out of my book from last fall, Creative Women’s Devotional (also on Amazon). People told me, “I liked your book, even though I don’t crochet,” or “I liked your book, even though I’m not Christian,” or “I liked your book, even though I’m not a woman! 😀 ”

After visiting with readers like this, I felt the need to write a devotional that connected us to the Spirit in a quick and open-ended way.

In my new book, 60-Second Sanctuary, every single devotion only takes a moment to practice. If you are busy but feel a longing to strengthen your creative and spiritual side, this book is made for you!

I would like to give a special thanks to my endorsers, Nick Larson and Jenny McGee, who wrote these words about my book.

“We all have but a few minutes a day. I know as a young parent and busy pastor that I often have the urge to ignore enriching my creative side because I feel too busy. Genevieve’s 60-Second Sanctuary is a fantastic tool to help focus my creative God spark and is such a grounded, plausible, inspirational tool that can make an impact in your life.”

—Nick Larson, associate pastor at Broadway Christian Church
and co-author of Never Pray Again



“I highly recommend these daily devotions because they bring you right to the heart of God. You can’t help but have a spiritual and creative transformation as you journey through this book.”

—Jenny McGee, abstract painter,

I want to thank my family. My son, Derek, who is only in high school, both photographed and designed the cover. He’s way too talented for one person. If you need photos in the CoMo area, contact him. My husband, Logan, was master tea-maker and cheerleader.

❤ Thank you to the many friends and readers who encourage me with notes, gifts, meals, hugs, prayers and squeals when they see me. I love you! You keep me going more than you know!

Tonight (Wednesday) from 6:30 to 9 p.m. (central) I am having an online book launch party on Facebook if you’re interested. What’s an online book launch party? I will post some behind-the-scenes photos of my inspiration, show an excerpt of my raw writing and generally celebrate this happy day! What do I need to do at an online book party? Nothing! Like and comment if you want. Using an event is a way for me to talk about the book to my friends who want to hear about it and not add clutter to the main news feed for friends who aren’t interested. So if you like book stuff, then please join!

As always, God bless you today and always. Wherever the Spirit is leading you, I hope you will follow and find your next adventure. This book has been an adventure for me with ups and downs but a worthwhile journey. I know now I can travel lighter as I work on my next book (a short story memoir about yarn things!)

PS—I hope you’ll let me know how you like 60-Second Sanctuary! If you find it helpful, would you please leave a review on Amazon or on your social media? I’m an indie author and every mention helps the book find its way to new readers. Thanks! ❤

3 ways my failure as a go-go dancer will help you succeed

(This was a speech I gave today for my Downtown Toastmasters club.)

I was a failure. As a go-go dancer.

It was 1994 in San Francisco. I’ll tell you my story and you’ll learn to

  • Know your context
  • Bring your audience
  • Recognize the value of failure

These were the days before the internet. We found out about rooms for rent, music shows and go-go dance contests through colored flyers stapled to telephone poles.

The flyer said, Go-go dance contest: dance for a minute. Winner gets $50 prize!

$50 in a minute! I worked in a dog kennel under a freeway overpass making $7 an hour. I could work brushing dogs, brushing dogs’ teeth and hosing dog poop for 7 hours and not make $50.

I thought, “Perfect! I have the outfit!”

IMG_20160114_102642I owned authentic 1970s white vinyl go-go dance boots and a 1970s orange mini dress. I got them both at the Bargain Barn in Santa Cruz, California, where people stood outside in a clump until a bell rang. Then we all rushed in. Stuff was dumped willy-nilly on tables. In my mind, it defines the word frenzy. When I found the white vinyl go-go boots in my size, I felt it was destiny.

You know how they say, “Dress the part,” or “Clothes make the man” or “Fake it til you make it”? These clichés don’t apply to go-go dancing. You can look like a go-go dancer and not be able to do it. Case in point.

I have fast eyes. I am a speed reader. I have fast enough hands. I type 60 words per minute. I have slow legs. I walk a 20-minute mile.

I had taken my slow legs to a single dance class in 1992. It was hip hop. I stood at the back of the room and watched everyone do quick stylish moves.

You would think that remembering my failure in the back of the room as a dance class would have dissuaded me from dancing on a stage in a spotlight…but no.

The night of the contest I went to the bar. It was a place that was campy and chic without looking like it was trying too hard. If people were drinking American mainstream beer, it was because they were doing it to be ironic. Today I would call the bar hipster.

I gathered with the other women and one man in drag. The DJ told us the rules. One minute each and applause would decide the winner.

Immediately I stuck out. Everyone else except for the man in drag was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt or tank top. I was the only one in white vinyl go-go boots.

The music started and the first contestant took the stage. She did some slow gyrations to a popular love song at the time.

I was in trouble. I had imagined 1970s upbeat go-go music, not 7th grade slow dance music.

My turn came. I flailed my arms and stomped in place in an attempt to combine my personal awkwardness, my severe self-consciousness, my single class of hip hop dance training and my love for the retro 1970s into one spectacular dance routine against a slow sexy 1990s song as the soundtrack.

My minute was over.

The audience stared at me. The DJ grimaced as she looked at me and goaded the audience, “C’mon people, clap for the poor thing!”

Three or four people clapped out of deference to her rather than praise of my skills.

So I didn’t win.

The next day I was cleaning kennels with my coworker and I told her about my humiliating failure. She said, “F- that. You gotta bring your own crowd with you. I would have clapped for you. Anyone who knows you would have clapped for you. Next time you want to go-go dance, you call me and I will be there for you.”

How lucky am I? All my life I have had people around me who will holler for me. The line between adventurous and foolish is thin. But I’ve always had encouragement to try new adventures.

Now you’ve learned that you need to

  • Know your context
  • Bring your audience

moments_D430CC90-ECEB-4331-9414-185AC833F72AMy last lesson is to recognize the value in failure. It’s true I’m an awful go-go dancer: untrained and uncomfortable in thrift store 1970s white vinyl go-go boots. I stood alone while a DJ pressured people for pity claps, but I got something out of it. This experience in the 1990s is material for my speech today, my tenth advanced speech that earns me an Advanced Communicator Bronze award.

In closing, learn from me and

  • Know your context
  • Bring your audience
  • Recognize the value of failure

Keep in mind that I’m your friend. When you enter your next go-go dance contest, I will holler and whoop and clap for you.

I know what it’s like. I’ve been there.


Three years a bloggin’

Happy third anniversary, Light to grow in! I started this blog three years ago.

I started it while I was in a leadership development class at the University of Missouri where I work called Chancellor’s Emerging Leaders Program. One part of the class included doing a LEADS assessment where you have peers, superiors, clients and mentors rate you and give you feedback. You also rate yourself.

Does that sound like a terrifying grown-up-style popularity contest?

I found the experience illuminating. I consider myself a small person in the world although I am six feet tall. After reading the comments and looking at the results of the LEADS assessment in late 2012, I learned about what I am like to experience as a person. I recognized I could contribute more and use my abilities to inspire and encourage.

I chose writing as my method.

I started this blog as a writing practice. I had few expectations. Knowing what I know now, I might have named this blog something that doesn’t compete so much with the “grow light” search traffic.

That same year I started the blog, I was part of a collaborative book with two friends, Six Doors to the Seventh Dimension.

Last year, I wrote a book called Creative Women’s Devotional. Thank you for making this book a success! Hearing from you about how the book has affected you or a friend strengthens me and keeps me writing.

This year, I have another devotional book, this one more open-ended and focused on creativity, coming soon! I will have it ready for Lent, which is early this year and starts on February 10.

Self-knowledge deepens our ability to give in ways that make sense for who we are. I still feel like a small person, but my fingers are faster than ever making words.

I struggle with doubts all the time. What am I doing? Why am I doing what I am doing? Is this how God is guiding me or have I become selfish and vain?

I put these doubts in my writing, as you know.

I appreciate all the kindness I find here on this blog from you, my beloved readers. I appreciate the deep honesty as you share your own stories in the comments, emails or catching me after church or a Toastmaster’s meeting.

What sort of writing would you like to see here for 2016? I’m open to your suggestions! Let me know in the comments!

Until next time, God bless you. May this year bring you new adventures, new places and new ways of seeing yourself so you use your gifts in a world that sorely needs them.

How little I care about Christmas

Carefree Christmas started this year. It wasn’t on purpose. I didn’t know it was going to happen. I’ll start from the beginning.

As a kid, I knew Stressful Christmas.

Christmas is portrayed as a family-oriented holiday about homecoming and gathering around the table. Ours were more like a day of weeping behind a slammed door.

My mom struggled with her mental health issues. Limited daylight hours and cheerful songs in every store made this time of the year worse for her. Tell depressed people they should be feeling joy when it’s dismal and dark out. You might as well spit in their faces while you are at it.

I was about 16 when my parents separated and I was on my own. Then it was the time of Outsider Christmas.

I worked at a movie theater. I appreciated the distraction of working on the holiday. Some of the ushers wore Santa hats. The fake red fleece didn’t match the terrible stiff brown polyester jackets they had to wear, but the hats added a sense of the season.

Because I didn’t have a family to return to, I often was a caretaker for friends’ homes on Christmas while they went home.

I remember Santa Cruz under the palm trees and feeling the ocean breeze. I used to walk in the middle of the street as I went from one friend’s house to the next. The streets were empty, no traffic, everyone tucked in their homes. It was the one day of the year in this tourist town I felt I owned it. I was the only one out, walking, wandering.

I entered the silent homes, watered the plants and filled up the cat bowls. As I stood and looked out their windows, I imagined I would always be alone on Christmas. (I was full of these sorts of dramatic thoughts in my 20s.)

Then I got married and had a baby. It started the phase of Memorable, Modest Christmas.

It had to be memorable because I had a child and I wanted him to have all the happy memories I didn’t.

It had to be modest because we never knew when a job loss was around the corner. I didn’t want him to have a big Christmas one year and then a small (sad) Christmas the next.

It’s a lot of pressure to make Memorable, Modest Christmas. I concerned myself with small details that seemed largely important. For example, we had to have a chocolate orange that you whacked and broke into separate pieces. If the stockings didn’t have chocolate oranges come Christmas morning, it WAS NOT CHRISTMAS.

Sometimes they were hard to find and we drove from store to store. But darn it! We would have chocolate oranges.

I find it impossible to force myself to be happy. Even if the holiday is supposed to be happy. I cannot make myself feel it. But I felt that pressure of every other person delighting in the day that is December 25. Every other (not dysfunctional) family making memories that they would treasure for years to come.

And then there was me, stressed out, trying to be happy and make Christmas memorable and yet still modest.

Fortunately, my son survived my conflicted holiday attitude. He’s 18 now. As far as I am concerned, my job as Master Memory Maker (while still keeping it modest and replicable) is over.

I’ve never been so happy and relaxed at Christmas. I’m not worried about anything. I don’t care. I love the songs, the food, the cards, the lights, the parties and the gifts. But I don’t need them.

I was walking through the store with my husband the other day.

“Oh, look, chocolate oranges!” I said.

We stopped at the display.

“Should we get them?” he said.

“No, we don’t have to,” I said. “I don’t need them this year.”

He gave me a look to make sure that the pod people hadn’t snatched me up in replacement. I smiled back.

“Weird, isn’t it? But I’m just not worried about it,” I said.

We walked out of the store, without chocolate oranges, but with a sense of acceptance.

Christmas can be a lot of things depending on where you are in life. I hope yours is happy enough. But if it’s not, Dec. 26 will come soon enough.

Much love to you all!


Confessions of a clutter bug

Thank you everyone for making the first month of my book, Creative Women’s Devotional, so successful! And don’t forget, it makes a thoughtful gift 😀 .

I wrote 50,000 words in November as part of NaNoWriMo. My husband, Logan, also completed his novel that is a post-apocolyptic story set here in Mid-Missouri. Such fun to be a writing couple! Every evening you could only hear the sound of our keyboards: click click clicking away. Now we get to relax and enjoy the holidays.

Below is a speech I gave this week in my Downtown Toastmasters club. I thought you might enjoy it too. Blessings to all—keep shining bright despite the long nights!


I collect home organizing books. I have more than a dozen. I read them, highlight the important parts and add notes in the margin. With all these organization books, you can imagine how my house looks. I’ll tell you.

It’s cluttered! It’s cluttered because of all these home organizing books.


If I had an organized house, I wouldn’t buy these books. But I have hope. Even though I have been a clutter bug my whole life.

When I was growing up, my room was full of books, papers, plastic horses, clothes and an electric typewriter. Once a year, I cleaned my room. It was painful to clean it. I took the piles of papers and books and stuffed them in the closet. I shoved them under the bed. I wrangled my belongings into a temporary state of behaving. When I was finished, after a day of work and tears, I needed to document the occasion. I took a photo of the floor after it was done to prove the rest of the year that my room did have a floor.

I didn’t learn ordinary organizing skills growing up. Add my over-attachment to things with a shred of sentimental value plus my difficulty making a simple decision, and I end up with a wide array of “collections.”


I have confessed my yarn obsession in this Toastmasters meeting before. But you might not know I collect crochet and knitting patterns. From the 1970s. Yes, I could use the web to find a pattern online that would take no physical space. Or I could scour thrift shops for paper copies of 1970s patterns.

Clearly you can see the best choice.

I have an entire bookshelf full of the books and patterns. Sunday night I took a pile of them in my lap. The 1970s was a time of unrest. There were economic pressures and political conflict.  There were protests on campuses and racial tensions. Veterans came back from a war and weren’t given the support they needed to reintegrate into society.

IMG_20151204_090545I look at these old crochet patterns and the people in them. I wonder what happened to the baby wearing the crochet hat in the photo. Did he get married? Did he get divorced? He would be about my age now. Is he happy with how his life turned out? Is he at peace?

I also collect a special kind of book. I buy them blank and fill them with words. I have more than 200 journals I have written in since I was 7 years old. I have them by the stacks, in the closet, on the bookshelves, about to topple over on me. I can’t stop the words flowing out of my hands. I hold the journals open to catch them.


I recently read an article about Richard Scarry and how he changed his book from the 1960s to the 1990s version. I have the 1960s version here from my childhood.

The newer version shows a more progressive attitude toward gender roles and race. The 1973 version of “firemen” shows a “beautiful screaming lady”. The 1993 version of “firefighters” shows a “cat in danger” (see the comparison).

Words are important: the words we use and the words we learn. Language can and should change.

I appreciated learning about how he changed his book. I love the original. I love that he made changes to better reflect who we became.

If he were alive today, I believe he would make even more changes.


I have many books—books on organizing and books from the 70s. I have many thoughts, many words and many feelings. I read the suggestions on how to tuck them away so it all looks neat.

But I haven’t been able to do it yet.

I confess, I still feel messy!

But I will keep trying. I’m willing to change. I have hope and I have faith.

The good news? If you were to come to my house right this minute, you could see my floor!


Please support my new book, Creative Women’s Devotional

Creative Women's Devotional

Creative Women's DevotionalI’m proud to tell you that my new book, Creative Women’s Devotional: 28 Reflections for Christian Knitters and Crocheters, is on sale now!

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“The author has written a book that people of all faiths, or even no faith, master crafters or those who are all thumbs, can use as part of their reflective practice in daily life. The author’s writing is precise and crisp and because of that it is so easy to take a moment, sit down and open this book to any page and find a small thought that can inspire and center you. The writer reminds us that the simple small acts we do in daily life can lead to deeper spiritual practices. This is a book to keep by your reading chair or at your desk at work when you need a decaffeinated pick-me-up.”

Thank you, Debbie! Reviews on Amazon are important: they will help this book find its way. If I have 10 reviews or more, the book will come up better in search results. It will raise in rank and visibility.

You can tell someone you know about the book

I wrote and self-published this book as a work of love. It has been a big commitment of time and money to make it real. I started more than a year and a half ago with a calling on my heart to write a devotional. I want to encourage people to use their hands and deepen their sense of spiritual connection. Every single reader counts!

Thank you, Resa, Lisa, Tahna, Mary, Debbie and Laura, for your kind mentions of my book on Facebook!

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What’s this book about?

I married two of my loves in this slender book: my faith and fiber. You’ll read about how I slow down and use craft time as a spiritual reflection time.

Here are the encouraging words that two famous people I admire said about my book.

Victoria A. Cole-Galo, co-founder of the Prayer Shawl Ministry, said,

Spirit lead! Genevieve has beautifully written a devotional for prayer shawl makers who wish to deepen their spiritual practice through contemplation and reflection. A wonderful accompaniment to the prayer shawl making experience, her prayers and poetry will ‘knit’ their way into your heart!

Lisa Bogart, author, “Knit, Purl, Pray: 52 Devotions for the Creative Soul” and “Knit with Love, Stories to Warm a Knitter’s Heart”, said,

“Creative Woman’s Devotional offers lovely nuggets to get you thinking beyond your craft to matters of the heart.”

Thank you!

I’d like to thank you all for your support of me as a writer, an uninhibited public crocheter/knitter and a friend over the years, and for your help making this book real. I have a large acknowledgement section but I know it could have been three times longer. You strengthen me, you encourage me and you lift me up when I am down.

Bless you, friends. Even if your name is not in the book, I hope you will recognize my love for you in there. ❤


Open letter to my son as he turns 18

Me and Derek 2005

D and Sula the dog 1997When I was 18, I felt a pressure to do big things. I felt like I needed to make a big impact.

I wondered what success was. Would I be successful?

Now it’s been almost 30 years. I have done a few big things: got married, had a baby, bought a house, graduated from college with my undergrad degree and my master’s.

I see now I need to do small things with the rest of my time here on earth. I thought the big things would be most important. But I can only do a few of those.

Small things, I can do every day.

When someone looks thirsty, I offer him cold water.

When someone looks sad, I make her tea.

When someone seems lonely, I look in her eyes and really listen when I ask how she is doing. I give hugs as often as I can.

I don’t know if I am successful, by most people’s definition. We live in a single-wide trailer. We drive cars from the 1990s. We have enough money for food and yarn, but not enough for big trips or expensive clothes. Our life is simple.

But I feel successful when I look at you, my biggest thing, a whole new person.

I hope I have made a positive impact on your life with the small things I had to offer: a glass of water when you were thirsty, a cup of tea when you didn’t feel good, a hug if you felt lonely.

Your life looks long in front of you now. You might feel like you have all the time in the world.

I felt that way too, when I was 18. It isn’t true. Our lives are short. Our loved ones leave us too early. They always leave us too early.

I don’t have to tell you to do big things. You will. You will get awards. There will be ceremonies and celebrations. The big things will happen.

But your days—your life—will be made of small things.

Be present for the small things. Smile. Listen. Give where you can, as often as you can. Be patient. Be kind.

I love you with my every element, my whole being, my life. As you turn 18, may God bless you now and forever.

Happy birthday to my most beloved son!

Making my Creative Women’s Devotional book: July update

roadside grass

During July, I’m editing my Creative Women’s Devotional book so I won’t be blogging as often here.

I love seeing my new book come together! It is so much pure fun to make things!

If you would like me to add you to my email list for future announcements about the book, please fill out my contact form.

How I make a book

On the nuts and bolts side, I’m using Scrivener as my tool to combine the devotionals.

For design and layout, I am leaving that to the professionals. If you got a copy of my poetry book from last year, Turn, you’ll recognize the name Amy Winschel who was my designer. Amy will be designing my devotional book this year.

A friend of a friend has drawn some lovely illustrations for it.

The cover art will be photographed by my son, Derek Howard.

I plan to get everything edited and laid out by my birthday at the end of the month. Then I can relax!


roadside grass

This is a photo and some writing I did five years ago, based on Isaiah 40:6-8


what will I cry out?

people are grass.
our flesh, built from hay,
returns to the soil,

and our beauty
is glistening summer wildflowers
in a flat field.

how long will we wither?
how soon will we fade?

but the light of our beloved
goes on

I hope your time is going well. Blessings on your summer!

Postcard from Chicago

Chicago buildings

We recently took a trip to Chicago where my son, Derek, competed in the nationals for Future Business Leaders of America (FBLA). He didn’t get a trophy this year but he represented Missouri well. We are proud of him!

If you have spent time with me, or skimmed my bio on Twitter or Instagram, you know that I like my pony, crochet and tea. You might guess these are things a homebody would like. You would be right!

Since FBLA nationals aren’t usually held in the brushhogged fields of rural Missouri, it was time for me to pack up the crochet, give a last carrot to the pony and hit the road. (I trusted that Chicago would have tea for me, and I wouldn’t have to bring my own.)

Reluctant to leave home, I got to Chicago and had fun despite myself. How could I resist the food, the sights, the languages and the music?

We walked all over the Loop and I put more steps on my FitBit than seemed possible. Although I never saw any ponies, I did get to see a lot of city dogs. The Hyatt Regency even had a 24-hour Starbucks, so there was plenty of tea for me day or night.

Best of all, I got to hug old friends and hear their new stories.

The city won me over. Thanks to all the people who made it a memorable trip. Until next time, Chicago!

All photos by Derek Howard,

Photos of Chicago

The trip begins

Driving in the rain
Driving in some of the million inches of rain we’ve had this summer

A striking skyline familiar to me from growing up on the North Shore

Chicago buildings
Chicago buildings

A mix of more scenes showing skyscrapers in their complicated, impressive, imposing glory

Good food

In Chicago, you can eat way too much food because it is all so tasty! My favorite breakfast was a Mediterranean scramble from Pittsfield Cafe, a place with character. Yolk (show below) had great modern atmosphere.

Derek at Yolk
Derek at Yolk
Pancakes at Yolk
Pancakes at Yolk (syrup pouring and hand modeling by yours truly!)

Our room with a view of the Chicago River

Chicago river out our window
Chicago river out our window

Lake Michigan

Logan and Genevieve Howard at Lake Michigan
Lake Michigan, always an awesome sight. Logan enjoyed seeing seagulls again–they reminded him of his hometown Santa Cruz! I collected some water to use at my church’s gathering of the waters ceremony this fall.


Public transportation in Chicago is amazing! We took the trains and the water taxis.

Riding on the Metra
Riding on the Metra

Dramatic spaces

We are book people and enjoyed visiting a couple of nice libraries. The indoor Winter Garden on the ninth floor of the Harold Washington Library Center shown below was gorgeous. Other awesome spaces included the Great Hall at Union Station and the Tiffany Ceiling at Macy’s.

Winter Garden
Can you believe this is indoors on the 9th floor?

I found a used book called Knitting Yarns where writers write about how great knitting is! The perfect read while waiting at the train station.

Knitting yarns
Knitting yarns

The Bean

What is a trip to Chicago without taking a selfie at the Bean??

Tiny bean
Tiny bean

Wishing you a week filled with blessings of friendship, food and happy memories!