For anyone in need of a rainbow, sharing mine…it showed up this morning hanging over our house. Rainbow…pot of gold TBD  It’s been missed and absent too long.  Great to see it back where it belongs.

1986 This is what one of the machines looked like #Firstjobs I landed my first real job starting out in the cliché “mailroom” working part time, after dropping out of college at 19. I loved my part time job running two big #Xerox copy machines, printing large batches of copy jobs for an insurance company. …

Let’s start Fast Forward Friday…I’ll start…in 20 years, I’ll be writing in an English garden, outside our rambling Victorian home, watching a few grandchildren run across the grass and surprising me with a kiss on the cheek. George likes to tinker in the garage and there is a bright and shiny red Corvette I think…

A special blog today…my nephew is graduating from UC tomorrow! To celebrate Robert J. Niehaus III, and his relentless pursuit of an elusive dream, the hard foughtjourney to get there, and ultimately, success at the end of a long road.  Congratulations on earning your degree from #UC! Your Grandpa Niehaus, for whom you were named,…

You drive aimlessly on a Saturday morning just to find one. Cast iron planter through screen…it might have started raining It’s been so long since you’ve been to one, everything is exactly what you were looking for. You’re glad you brought your truck on your morning adventure even though you had no plans to buy…

I know this won’t seem like a big deal to most…it’s not even close to being able to cover any bills in the household and light years away from my day job.  So how come I just want to dance for joy and do the #Snoopy dance? I think it starts with knowing that people…

Christian made his writing debut and shared his short story by reading to a group of other student writers and parents.  https://youtu.be/O_7lnVUCbsU It was exciting to see new creativity spark in my 10-year-old son’s mind…and to think that he might share a love for writing as I do.  #proud mom.

1991 The lifeless puppets lay strewn across the stage with emotionless stares and strings waiting to be pulled and manipulated. Their meaningless existence shows through in the lines on their faces.  The idiotic painted smiles give no indication of any thought provoking activity going on inside.  And the years go by, a silent clock soon…

Seeking Peace Anticipation cannot be measured in a cup; it cannot be visualized in mass or volume.   It’s presence is not visible to the naked eye…and yet it remains ever present, wielding more force than a well swung shovel. It pushes you forward, waiting to hear the outcome of your fate. If “chance” is…

It’s today, it’s yesterday…it’s over 20 years ago.  I don’t remember when I started watching Jeopardy…I only remember that it became a nightly ritual with my dad, where we’d talk over the phone every evening at the same time and “compete” with the show on tv. Every night, we’d wage through final Jeopardy, feeling brilliant…