Author Archives: Donna Coulson
Attacked
I was attacked by a dog at Home Depot in Cheyenne yesterday morning. If you had happened to be a shopper in the area at the time, you would have seen a large, shaggy yellow dog not on a leash and accompanying a scruffy man run up behind me while I was at the check … Continue reading
Grand Encampment Museum’s Pioneer Women Symposium
I really hate Jane Austen. Well, I never met her, so to be precise, I really hate the female characters in her books. By the same token, I’m not a fan of Scarlett O’Hara or any other petty, selfish, simpering, manipulative, and weak women in literature (or real life for that matter). Nope, give me … Continue reading
Millers!
Over the years I’ve blogged about things that annoy me or disgust me. When we lived on island, I shared about roaches and centipedes and spiders and probably other crawlies I encountered. Now that we are back in Wyoming, I can attest to the fact that a rain forest has lots of little creatures, but … Continue reading
Do the Work
We moved back to Cheyenne in April. We purchased a house, but it was in pretty rough shape. Consequently, most week days can find us (well, Karl mostly!) ripping out walls or pounding on something in an effort to update and remodel this structure into a home. It’s not an simple challenge, and after being … Continue reading
Longevity of Beauty
Why is it that beauty is so fleeting and ugly so durable? For example: yesterday, clouds built up in the west. Grey and menacing, they threatened and grew all through the hours of the afternoon and early evening heralding storms. Then, just at sunset for no more than ten minutes, the sky put on a … Continue reading
Finished!
I’m not blogging today. I’m not blogging today because I’ve been writing for the last five hours and my fingers are tired. My tired fingers and I are really excited, though, because I’ve just today, within the last half hour, finished my next novel! Yup. Done. Well, not really. The story is complete with beginning, … Continue reading
Tuesday’s gift
There is something so fundamentally hearty and good about spending time in small towns. For the past several days, Karl and I have been taking a break from remodeling the new Cheyenne house. We hooked on to the trailer and drove to Encampment on Friday to take part in their 58th annual Woodchoppers Jamboree. Saturday … Continue reading
Right and Wrong
In my childhood, right and wrong were starkly delineated. Black and white. In my parent’s home, there was no middle ground, and when I tried to introduce a grey point, my mother’s answer was inevitable, “What’s right is right, no matter how bad it hurts.” I don’t recall her ever explaining what she meant, I … Continue reading
Power
Stage 4 pancreatic cancer is a nasty diagnosis. The survival rate at five years is only one to three percent. Not good odds for anyone. For a 78-year-old man, truly not hopeful. But. Alex Trebek, who is really one of my very favorite celebrities, has heard that horrid diagnosis and he’s been pretty forthcoming about … Continue reading
Courage
I mentioned a while back that I have a nephew, Nick, who was very suddenly stricken with numbness and paralysis from the chest down. He’s in a battle to reteach his legs to walk. The rehab is going to take a significant amount of time and his resolve to stay focused and daring during arduous … Continue reading
