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Author Archives: Donna Coulson

Do the Work

We moved back to Cheyenne in April.  We purchased a house, but it was in pretty rough shape.  Consequently, most week days can find us (well, Karl mostly!) ripping out walls or pounding on something in an effort to update and remodel this structure into a home. It’s not an simple challenge, and after being … Continue reading »

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Longevity of Beauty

Why is it that beauty is so fleeting and ugly so durable? For example: yesterday, clouds built up in the west.  Grey and menacing, they threatened and grew all through the hours of the afternoon and early evening heralding storms.  Then, just at sunset for no more than ten minutes, the sky put on a … Continue reading »

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Finished!

I’m not blogging today. I’m not blogging today because I’ve been writing for the last five hours and my fingers are tired. My tired fingers and I are really excited, though, because I’ve just today, within the last half hour, finished my next novel! Yup. Done. Well, not really. The story is complete with beginning, … Continue reading »

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Tuesday’s gift

There is something so fundamentally hearty and good about spending time in small towns. For the past several days, Karl and I have been taking a break from remodeling the new Cheyenne house.  We hooked on to the trailer and drove to Encampment on Friday to take part in their 58th annual Woodchoppers Jamboree.  Saturday … Continue reading »

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Right and Wrong

In my childhood, right and wrong were starkly delineated. Black and white.  In my parent’s home, there was no middle ground, and when I tried to introduce a grey point, my mother’s answer was inevitable, “What’s right is right, no matter how bad it hurts.” I don’t recall her ever explaining what she meant, I … Continue reading »

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Power

Stage 4 pancreatic cancer is a nasty diagnosis.  The survival rate at five years is only one to three percent.  Not good odds for anyone.  For a 78-year-old man, truly not hopeful.  But.  Alex Trebek, who is really one of my very favorite celebrities, has heard that horrid diagnosis and he’s been pretty forthcoming about … Continue reading »

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Courage

I mentioned a while back that I have a nephew, Nick, who was very suddenly stricken with numbness and paralysis from the chest down.  He’s in a battle to reteach his legs to walk. The rehab is going to take a significant amount of time and his resolve to stay focused and daring during arduous … Continue reading »

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Pressure

Our goal this past week was to purchase a car for me.  Karl has his truck, which we stored here when we were on island, and while we are happy to ‘share and share alike’ with our lives, there are some limits within even a good marriage, and sharing a car, for us, is one … Continue reading »

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Springtime!

When I’m away from Wyoming for a while, I forget a bit about how magnificent it is.  Coming home in the spring has been a joy. The weather is petulant and chaotic – warm and beautiful one day, snow and bone-deep cold the next. No matter, there’s hope and assurance that even the snow won’t … Continue reading »

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Journeys part 3 – Back in Wyoming to Stay!

Two weeks ago today I spent the afternoon snorkeling.  I was accompanied by two turtles, a huge sting ray and a small spotted eagle ray as well as schools of blue, yellow, shiny white and tiger striped friends.  One week ago today I spent the day riding in the passenger seat of a large rental … Continue reading »

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