Our dystopian world?
I was troubled by a recent article in the Florence, Alabama newspaper, The Times Daily.
I had to read it and digest it in the context of what it meant for the world that I live in now and the world that my grandchildren will inherit.
It left me feeling unsettled but determined.
Continue reading “Stop the Bleed”
There was a really cute coat that I fell in love with while visiting Whistler, B.C. in September. It was a raincoat by Helly Hansen with simple lines in a soft olive color. Not that I needed another raincoat. By my last count, I own one yellow, two black, and one brown raincoat and two rain jackets. That is more than enough for rainy Portland.
So, why was I even looking at raincoats? Poor planning.
It was pouring rain everyday while I was in Whistler. I had ignored the weather forecasts thinking it can’t rain everyday. I simply was not prepared for all of the walking in the rain that I would do in this charming resort. Because I had packed the wrong coats for my stay, I was either wet and freezing in a down vest over a long tee shirt or roasting in a full-length North Face down coat.
Conveniently, there was a Helly Hansen store on the ground level of the Westin Resort where I was a guest. The American dollar was strong against the Canadian dollar. Plus, there was a sale in progress- one of the perks of vacationing at the end of the season. It was a simple equation. I need a raincoat and the price was right for a charming, versatile Helly Hansen raincoat. So, what was the conflict? Continue reading “The Coat I Did Not Buy”