Author Archives: Donna Coulson
Music
I tried to do some research this morning because I am thinking about music. I didn’t spend long on it, but came up empty. My research question is this: if a child was raised in such a way that he or she never heard music – no lullabies, no radio playing golden oldies, no television … Continue reading
Making a better mousetrap
I am celebrating how terrific my husband, Karl is. He joined me in retirement nine months ago – and it isn’t exaggerating to say that maybe he’s not completely grasped the normal concept of being retired. He says that he is “working on his retirement skills.” Even that sentence, said with a twinkle in his … Continue reading
New Mystery
The main idea for my first novel, Mountain Time, came from two sources: first, the fascinating and rich history of the copper era near Encampment, Wyoming and second, an abandoned cabin. I’ve talked about this cabin before, but just to remind you, when I was probably ten or eleven, my dad and I were camping … Continue reading
Finding Unexpected Secrets
I found an interesting quote in a magazine recently. It is attributed to Roald Dahl, author of James and the Giant Peach and other children’s stories, (actually, I am not a fan of Mr. Dahl’s books, but I like the quote.) Dahl says, “Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest … Continue reading
Where the Deer and the Antelope play…
Another thing I love about Wyoming is how close humans are to wildlife – no matter where you go. While we were parked just outside Cheyenne, we were surrounded by antelope. The morning we arrived, we noticed a doe antelope wandering around near us, calmly eating grass and paying no attention to us. Later that … Continue reading
Home is Where We are.
I’ve left Wyoming, my birth place and where I grew up, “permanently”three times in my life. The first – at 18 years old when I joined the Navy. The second when Karl and I moved to California. The third time just seven months ago when we moved to the Virgin Islands. Based on the previous … Continue reading
Stop and Eat the Roses
Years ago my mom gave me a little ceramic plaque – which currently hangs happily in my kitchen at home – that has a picture of a goat and the words “Don’t forget to stop and eat the roses”. It’s always been a lighthearted reminder for me to enjoy the moment I’m in, which of … Continue reading
Timing is Everything
The whole idea behind coming back to the mainland in May or June is so that we can enjoy the warm weather and summer months here and miss out on the hot months on island. The plan is to go back before it gets cold here, thereby living in a perpetual summer that does not … Continue reading
The Gypsy life begins with a wedding
So far, our new gypsy existence has proven to be fun and relaxing – mostly. There were the harrowing moments of getting the trailer pulled out of its winter spot among the trees. The night before we left we had a downpour. A truly drenching deluge that soaked the ground. Pulling the trailer out meant … Continue reading
Dreams – pirates and gypsies
The first thing that Karl said to me this morning was that he was tired from driving all night. He went on to explain that all night, as we slept, he drove a big rig semi-truck through the jungles of Venezuela hauling styrofoam plates and grain to a meat packing plant. I never have such … Continue reading
