My parents raised us three kids to be independent and expected us to fly the nest immediately upon high school graduation. So we did. I spent many weekends with my friend at her family’s cabin at Lake Wenatchee. Because of them, I learned to ski and windsurf. When I was 16, a Canon AT-1 camera caught my eye. I learned how it worked in a high school photography class and have been taking photos ever since.
In the fall of 1982, Mom dropped me off at the UW. I worked my way through college, took up running in 1983 after befriending a fellow Pike Place Market worker who did same. Together we completed our first organized race, Sound to Narrows 12k, in 1986. In 1987, I landed a spot on the WSDOT payroll as I finished up my BSCE degree, tested concrete for six months on the First Hill Lid project in Seattle, bought my first car and ran my first marathon. Disillusioned by the DOT, I left. HDR Engineering in Bellevue hired me as a transportation engineer. I loved designing roadways and using CAD.
I completed my second (and hopefully last) marathon in 1990, met my time goal and vowed to never, ever, EVER run another. In 1992, I completed my MSCE, married a Naval Officer, pulled up my Washington State roots and headed south to the driest, brownest place I’d ever lived: San Diego. Spent six months at the best job ever, as a bridge design engineer at McDaniel Engineering. Experienced my favorite day of work when I joined fellow JWA employees in Northridge on the day of the earthquake. In the fall of 1997, joined my husband in Japan where he was stationed at Yokota AB. I passed the SE, realized I’d reached the end of my career as I’d known it, birthed two babies, missed my family, friends, and country, warts and all and tried to love the one I was in for 3.5 years.
In 2001, our family moved to southern Maryland. I learned that flying Confederate flags was normal, Mt Vernon was no mountain, and fell in love with John Adams. I met fellow stay-at-homes, visited nature centers, caught fireflies, watched 9/11 events from too close, looked over my shoulder for the DC snipers when filling my gas tank for a few months. Found and lost a friend, Ana Maria Bachur Coombs, all within a year’s time to breast cancer. On Friday the 13th of February, 2003, I learned that my father had died suddenly and unexpectedly of CHF. My WKS-afflicted mom arrived on my doorstep a week later on my 40th: worst birthday ever.
In 2005, my husband was stationed at NAS Whidbey. We settled in Dugualla Bay with a view and the Sound of Freedom. I began posting book reviews at Amazon.com, volunteered at my kids’ schools and continued to run. Five years later, we began transporting our kids to the ASD. In September of 2011, I ran in the ACFL for the first time. Trail running is now one of my favorite past times. In September of 2015, we moved to Anacortes near the ACFL. In December 2017, I started becoming obsessed with Pickleball. I now have a junior in college 3,000 miles away and a freshman at SVC. I continue to run, hike, play pickleball, take photos, read, write, swim and spend as much time as possible with family, especially my sister and best friend, JoDee.
Reach me at: email@example.com. Thanks to my friend and amazing artist Diana Vincent for suggesting the name of my blog.