Author: Yve Harrold

What if, during this lifetime, we did everything we could have ever hoped for. That doesn’t mean we didn’t make mistakes. It doesn’t mean we wouldn’t take any do over’s. But what if, for the most part, we had and did more than we ever imagined we would or could? Tim went through a lot…

I’ve almost depleted the master to-do list that has looked the same since October, and I am cranking out a new one. I can’t function without my lists. There are daily tasks, weekly items, and the sometime-in-the-near-future stuff. Most of the major 2021 items have been chipped away at. And today, the promise of a…

My blog has been live since March 2020. Like so much about these past few years, it is hard to believe. At that time, I was inspired to put my yearning to write into this format as a result of a conversation. I was talking to a friend, about what, specifically, I don’t know. It…

I am so afraid that I will never be who I once was. And I am also afraid that I will be. I wrote this singular thought in my journal with no other comment. And there it sat for months, although, often playing on a reel in my head. I read this in a blog…

Warning. I feel angry today. Some days, I don’t want to be here. I don’t mean not alive versus dead, here. I mean, here, in the midst of suffering, violence, addiction, poverty, disease, hatred, ignorance, natural disasters. The here that we find ourselves in on this planet. I am angry about it. I understand that…

How many times have you been asked, where do you see yourself in five years? It’s one of those outdated interview questions, but some variation of it comes up now and again. I have never been really good at answering that. My generic response would typically sound something like, happy, healthy, successful. Not knowing where…

If you are on any type of social media, you may have wondered, if only for a moment, about someone else’s perfect life. As a spectator you might be thinking, do they really have it all together? Or, are they only showing their very best pictures and happiest moments? Yes. Duh. So what? Not everyone…

If you live long enough, and if you love enough, you will know the burden of grief. It is the most common experience we can have but the one we least want to talk about. Most of us have no idea how to grieve well. We are never taught. And we are surrounded by a…

I learned something in third grade that had a lasting effect on me. At that time, it was called PMA. In my memory, it was a theme for the entire year, but in reality, it may have been a brief part of the lesson plan. But I do remember lighting up when I learned what…

Thirteen years ago, we bought land in Galax Virginia. It became our weekend camping destination. The first improvement was an outdoor shower.  Tim used piping to make a frame and then we lined it with a straw curtain. We hung a rubber bladder from the tree to be warmed by the sun and gravity carried…