Wisconsin Part 2: Heart of the Country

I Look High, I Look Low,
I’m Lookin’ Everywhere I Go,
Lookin’ For A Home
In The Heart Of The Country.

I’m Gonna move, I’m Gonna Go,
I’m Gonna Tell Everyone I Know
Lookin ‘ For A Home
In The Heart Of The Country.

Heart Of The Country
Where The Holy People Grow,
Heart Of The Country,
Smell The Grass In The Meadow.


Wo Wo Wo.


Want Horse, I Want Sheep,
I Want To Get Me A Good Night’s Sleep,
Livin ‘ In A Home
In The Heart Of The Country.


I’m Gonna move, I’m Gonna Go,
I’m Gonna Tell Everyone I Know
Livin’ In A Home
In The Heart Of The Country.


Heart Of The Country
Where The Holy People Grow,
Heart Of The Country,
Smell The Grass In The Meadow.

Heart of the Country By Linda and Paul McCartney

Homeward Bound

I have been living the dream in California for 7 months now. But recently I got a chance to go back home to Wisconsin where the dream began.

After a 15 hour bout of traveling, an emergency landing in Lubbock Texas, and a  3AM drive  in the yellow convertible VW, I was finally home. . .

My mom peeking out from the top of the stairs enveloped me in her arms after I climbed the stairs. We spent the rest of the morning along with my sisters laughing and smiling over freshly baked blueberry muffins. I remember thinking it couldn’t get better than this, as I slipped into a late morning slumber.

But before I eased into my mostly subterranean  childhood bedroom, I padded around the house to the lovely and warming voices of my family echoing from the kitchen. . .

And so begins the journey, part one of a multi-part series that I hope to bring you over the next week. We start here at home inside the walls where we come to relax, kick back, and share our stories from the day.


Still Dreamin’…

Remember when I told you my husband I made a life plan to someday build a ranch in the country?  Here’s to that dream:

And, of course, I cannot forget my sister, author of http://slypress.com/. We used to live together in Wisconsin while we attended school at the University.  She and I shared many a winter together, and a lot of Paul Simon played through the record player. We raised parakeets there, the best we could.  Learned to cook, paint, draw, and throw parties that always involved costumes!  We learned to put a house and a wardrobe together by carousing thrift shops. We learned to keep a home together and most importantly we fell hopelessly in love! Sisterly love like nothing in the whole world.  If you have a sister, consider yourself blessed, treat her well, love her and take care of her always.

Here’s to you Ringleader, my sister, my confidante, my best friend: