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Trillium

After taking these photos while I was at a retreat in Union, I checked facebook and saw that a friend on holiday 35 miles away took the same picture at the same time. 🙂

Trillium are perennials, and picking the flower can damage the plant so much that it takes a few years to recover. In fact, it’s actually illegal to pick them from public lands in Michigan and Minnesota. So, just take pictures, friends.

yes, more pictures of my little adventure are on their way, but first: homework. The semester ends in two weeks, so all my procrastination is catching up with me.

Running Away

by Judy Schwartz Haley | Cancer, Living Well

I’m running away for the weekend; leaving Seattle in my wake.

Let’s just pretend that I don’t have 30 pounds of text books packed in my suitcase.

I’m headed off for a weekend of girl talk, yoga, beach combing and chick flicks with my ‘cancer girls,’ as my husband calls them. He always uses the possessive pronoun, your, as in your cancer girls. I’ve started thinking in those terms too: my cancer girls. It’s amazing, the bond you build when you go through a traumatic experience like cancer together. Maybe he’s right. I think, in a way, maybe we do belong to each other. I can’t imagine getting through cancer, or this time post-cancer (it’s never really in the past) without them.

Here’s to girl time.

Hopefully I’ll get my papers written, too.

Salt Water

by Judy Schwartz Haley | Adventure, Parenting & Family, Seattle

Isak Denison once wrote that the cure for anything is salt water: tears, sweat, or the sea

Personally, I’d much rather take my cure from the sea, than sweat or tears.

We really should get out here more often.

This wasn’t Gem’s first trip to the beach; last time she was just a few months old, so it’s unlikely she has a memory of it. But she took to it like it was already her favorite place in the world. We didn’t tell her where we were going, but when she saw the water she immediately started trying to unbuckle herself, and yelling “Beach! Beach!” Either that, or she was calling me a bitch, but I don’t think she’d be quite so enthusiastic if that was the case.