Advice from a Solo Hike

Last Saturday I succeeded in accomplishing one of my 2018 goals: Do at least two out of town hikes, with one of those being at least eight miles long. It ended up being a solo hike and I thought I’d share some of my experiences from it in the form of a “Do and Don’t” article. This post is dedicated to Trish, who helped me remember how rejuvenating spending time in the wilderness is, and to Dan, who inspired me to hike farther.


A trail through the glade heading back into the woods.

Don’t wait for the perfect day.

There are perfect days for hiking, but there’s no way you can guarantee when those days will be. I debated right up until 8:00 a.m. on the morning I’d scheduled for hiking whether to go or not. “Maybe next Saturday would be better,” I thought. This Saturday was the coolest temperatures we’ve had so far this autumn with overcast skies and a chance of rain in the morning. Next Saturday was supposed to have more sun and no rain. The friends I’d invited to go with me weren’t available this weekend; would someone be free next weekend?

But here’s the thing: You don’t need a perfect day to have a good hike. Yes, my hike would have been different in 70̊ F with sunshine. I might have gotten more pictures on a bright, sunny day, but I also may have gotten more fatigued (and sunburned) in the heat. Yes, Saturday’s rainy weather affected my hike–I hiked in wet shoes and socks most of the time and got more muddy–but I had a really good hike. The last mile might not have seemed so long if I’d had company, but the taste of victory was no less sweet by myself. Going on a good hike is better than waiting for a perfect day to hike.

Don’t under estimate hypothermia.

This is especially important if you’re hiking solo because later stages of hypothermia affect your cognitive skills and you start making bad decisions that get you in real trouble. Honestly, it was one of my biggest concerns as I considered hiking solo. Hypothermia doesn’t just happen in the winter with snow; it can happen with rain on a 60̊F day in autumn. With hypothermia, an ounce of prevention is totally worth a pound of cure, so avoid getting chilled in the first place. If you are getting chilled, a general rule of thumb is get as dry as you can, eat something, and get moving. This is why I always carry a little more food than I think I’ll need that day; if something unexpected happens, I want to make sure my body has plenty of energy to deal with it. (Click here for more info about hypothermia prevention and treatment.)

Do dress in layers.

I had started hiking with a thin, long sleeve, synthetic blend shirt under a tee shirt and a rain jacket. After climbing the first big hill, I was way too hot for that base layer, so for a while I hiked in the tee shirt and rain jacket. After an adrenaline rush and a faster pace on a later section of the trail, I got really sweaty in the jacket, and stripped down to the tee shirt. Somewhere in the last three miles, I noticed my arms were cold. (Hypothermia prevention time!) I put on the jacket again, but the still damp sleeves were cold and clammy against my skin. So I went back to the rayon base layer under the tee shirt and finished the hike in comfort (temperature-wise, that is–I wouldn’t describe my feet as “hiking in comfort” that last mile or so).

Don’t forget to enjoy the view.

If you’re just wanting to put miles on your shoes, any indoor track will do for that. In the midst of managing weather conditions, hydration, and calorie intake, remember to enjoy the view!


A view from the top: Green wooded mountains in the distance with a few Black-eyed Susans in the glade near by.

Do follow the map (and not some random teenager).

At the last creek crossing, I took time to explore among the boulders that in a wetter season would have had water cascading over them. I emerged on the opposite bank close to a group of boys setting up camp for the night.

“Sorry about setting up my tarp right on the trail,” one of the teenagers said. “Don’t trip over the tie-down string when you come around it.”

“So this is the trail?” I asked him.

“Yeah, you’ll find it along here.”

So I picked my way along the edge of the camp and found the trail. Except that the trail was running parallel to the creek and on the map it looked like the trail turned away from the creek and headed back uphill somewhere near “The Falls”.


“The Falls”?

To be fair, when the creek you’re crossing is dry, it’s not as obvious where “the” crossing is (and thus where the trail picks up on the other side). Likewise, when there’s no water running over the rocks, it’s not as obvious where “The Falls” are since there isn’t an unmistakable cliff the water pours over (this is a “shut-in” type of waterfall). Nevertheless, I knew pretty quickly that the trail I was on did not match what was shown on the map. The wise thing to do would have been to backtrack from as soon as I realized this, but I continued on because I assumed that this group must have hiked in to the campsite on the trail that I wanted to hike out on. My moment of truth came when the trail that was “supposed” to take me all the way back to the Trailhead ended at another creek crossing. I knew the Trailhead was on the south side of the creek, not the north side where this trail was going, which meant that I was undeniably on the wrong trail.

Do depend on the kindness of strangers.

Shortly before my “moment of truth” I had met a father and daughter on the trail. As we chatted, the dad mentioned how he had been bringing his son to hike here since he was six and now this was his daughter’s first hiking trip with dad. Backtracking to where they were, I asked if he knew where the trail turned back uphill because I’d missed it.

“Well this trail doesn’t. It isn’t an official trail, but if you follow it, it will still take you close to the Trailhead and you’ll recognize the area where you started,” he replied. Then he proceeded to describe the landmarks I would need to follow as the trail cut in and out along the creek.

“I’m not very good at bushwhacking,” I confessed.

“It will take longer, but you can hike back to The Falls and pick up that trail if you want. From what you described of where that group is camped, if you head uphill from there, you’ll hit the trail.”

“Thank you so much!” I said as we shook hands.

“Good luck!” he replied.

It was nice to know that I wasn’t alone, even though I was hiking solo.


A cairn someone else had built by the creek.

Don’t panic.

So about that adrenaline rush that I mentioned earlier. It had started at my “moment of truth” and was in full force by this point. When the dad wished me good luck, my disjointed response was “I will. I mean I will take…luck…ah…I will take good luck with me. Thanks!” I had already turned and begun taking flying steps back upstream.

How much time had I lost? How far was I having to backtrack? I missed the trail the first time. What if I couldn’t find it this time? I knew this trail wasn’t going in the right direction. Why didn’t I turn back sooner? What if I wasn’t able to finish the hike before dark? After a few minutes filled with a few lifetimes of worst case scenarios, I was back at the boys camp.

“Don’t panic, Jen,” I told myself. “Breathe. You know that the trail is here. You know what direction you need to go to look for it. You are not alone. You can ask for help if you get stuck. It’s still daylight now, and you’ve hiked in the dark before. You can do this.”

And I did. I hiked a little farther upstream from the boys and found a (rather inconspicuous) trail marker that indicated “the” creek crossing. I hiked uphill from there and found another campsite. Following the path led off from there, I found myself directly above the boys camp at a signpost announcing the start of the trail that would take me home.


The uphill trail leading home.

Do remember to bring bug spray.

You would think this goes without saying, but this is the second hike this year that I’ve found myself in the woods without bug spray, so apparently some people (like myself) need to be reminded. If you want to avoid spending the ten days after your hike trying not to scratch your ankles raw (like I am doing now), bring bug spray!!

Do pack enough water to stay hydrated.

When I decided that I wanted to hike more this year, one of the reasons that I challenged myself to do at least one eight-mile hike is that was the distance one of my 70-year old friends hiked last year and I’d like to be able to keep up with my elders. The other reason was the personal bragging right to say I’m in better shape now than I was my twenties. That was the last time I hiked more than two or three miles, and it was brutal. By my own admission at the time, I was not in great shape (and I had lobbied for a four-mile hike, but was overruled). It was a six-mile hike and the last half of the trip was putting one foot in front of the other through mental force of will until I reached the next mile marker. There I would let myself rest long enough for my feet to stop feeling like leaden weights (for at least the first few steps of the next mile), while I talked myself out collapsing in the grass and sleeping in the park that night.

So I worked out and went two other hikes to get in shape for my trek this weekend. And while I literally began singing the iconic refrain from “The Hallelujah Chorus” when I sighted the Trailhead, there was never a time in the hike when I doubted whether I could/would make it. I never experienced the crushing exhaustion or the every-muscle-aches-with-each-step that I remember from that exhausting hike in my twenties. And with hindsight, I’m beginning to suspect the particular brutality of that six-mile hike was due to dehydration. While it’s true that I am in better shape now than I was in my twenties, it was also ludicrous to hike six miles in 90̊ F heat and 80% humidity with only 16 ounces of water! No matter how good of shape you’re in, you won’t get far without enough water.


A spring-fed pool farther downstream from The Falls.

Do hike your hike.

I chose to do this hike because I wanted to prove something to myself and because I wanted to spend time enjoying the wilderness. The first reason dictated the route I chose. The second reason dictated the pace. Although I had hoped to complete the hike in about six hours (it took eight hours), once I checked in with my husband via text at the Trailhead, I put my phone in my pack and never looked at it again until I sent him my victory text at the end of the trek. If completing the hike in six hours was the goal, then keeping tabs on the time would have been important. But that wasn’t my goal for this hike. So I paused to watch the creek run and listen to the water chattering over the stones. I stopped and ate whenever I was hungry (and could find a good “sit stone”). I took photography interludes when something caught my eye (and it was dry enough to get the camera out). It was a longer day than I expected, but I have no regrets.

When you set out for a hike, know why you want to go and what you want to get out of it. Make choices based on what’s important to you for that expedition. Then hike your hike.


A trio of Black-eyed Susans.

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Captain’s Honors for 2017

I was reviewing the list of books that I’ve read so far this year and getting excited about some of the possibilities for Captain’s Honors for 2018, when I suddenly realized–I hadn’t made awards for 2017! So this post is the remedy for that.


Five of the nineteen the books I read in 2017. (The rest were either loaned to me or listened to via Audible.)


It’s fascinating to see the how the scope of my literary voyages varies from year to year. Since I read almost as many books in 2017 as 2016 (19 books and 21 books respectively), I expected to 2017’s line up of categories to be fairly similar to 2016 and the differences surprised me! There were three completely new categories and the perennial category of Favorite Fiction Book has the largest number of contenders of any Captain’s Honors list so far!

The Captain’s Honors for 2017


Favorite Memoir


Hope Heals: A True Story of Overwhelming Loss and Overcoming Love by Katherine and Jay Wolfe
Take Your Mat and Go Home: A Story of God’s Faithfulness by Maggie Allen

The Honor goes to Hope Heals: A True Story of Overwhelming Loss and Overcoming Love by Katherine and Jay Wolfe.

Both of the memoirs that I read last year were accounts of families whose lives were disrupted and irrevocably altered by medical crisis and I recommend them both. From Take Your Mat and Go Home, I gained a better understanding of the challenges of rebuilding life after someone is well enough to go home. After following someone’s medical crisis on Facebook or even being more involved in supporting them through it, I confess at times I’ve have paid less attention once the person is well enough to go home, assuming that “going home” was the real life equivalent of “they lived happily ever after”, but that’s not the whole story. Hope Heals wins the Honor because it’s the book I wish I’d had in 2014 (it was published in 2016). It is a fount of wisdom for any journey through the desert of hardship regardless of the specific, unique challenges of each individual journey. Not only is there much to learn from their experience in the “Young Suffering Club”, but both Katherine and Jay also tell their stories in captivating prose. I think everyone should read this book because everyone will have to travel through a dark valley at some point and it’s helpful to have someone else shine a light on the path.


Favorite Graphic Novel


The Complete Maus: A Survivor’s Tale by Art Spiegelman
Mouse Guard, Volume One: Fall 1152 by David Petersen

The Honor goes to The Complete Maus: A Survivor’s Tale by Art Spiegelman.

I feel sorry for Mouse Guard in this category. It’s like “The Fugitive” going up against “Schindler’s List” at the 66th Academy Awards; there’s really no contest. And that seems unfair to Mouse Guard, because it is a beautiful fantasy story in it’s own right. Nevertheless, Maus is a masterpiece. This is the second time I’ve read it and I consider it an essential piece of Holocaust literature. Maus gives me the sense of this tragedy’s scope in a way that nothing else does.


Favorite Youth Fiction Book


The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Dogsong by Gary Paulsen
The Hawkweed Prophecy by Irena Brignull
The Wanderer by Sharon Creech

The Honor goes to The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.

I confess that when The Book Thief out a decade ago and began generating all kinds of buzz and critical acclaim, I was skeptical. I mean, a book about the Holocaust narrated by Death itself–what kind of gimmick is that? And were there not enough stories of real people and their experiences in World War II? Did we really need a fictional novel set in that period of history? The answer to that question is yes, we did need this fictional novel set in World War II because you can paint pictures, raise questions, and offer commentary or insights in ways that are difficult to do in non-fiction. (Side note: One of the reasons that the high school English teacher who recommended The Book Thief to me teaches this book out of the myriad of Holocaust books is that in their small, homogenous school, it is difficult for students to imagine themselves as Hitler’s Youth or Jewish kids in a ghetto, but they all identify with Liesel trying to grow up and survive not just the normal pitfalls of adolescence but also forces in her community and country that she finds herself in conflict with.)


Favorite Science Fiction Book


The Dispatcher by John Scalzi
The Spaceship Next Door by Gene Doucette

The Honor goes to The Dispatcher by John Scalzi.

I enjoyed both of these books, but The Dispatcher probably wins because I like police procedurals. What’s more, Scalzi knows how to effectively add science fiction elements to a well-plotted mystery–namely, that you are clear about what the rules or parameters of the sci-fi schemes are and you let the characters and plot interact with them accordingly. Scalzi’s characters felt like real people living real lives in the midst a fantastical paradigm. While some readers might find The Dispatcher long on conversation and short on action, I enjoyed the discussion of practical and philosophical questions raised by the sci-fi paradigm. (Besides, if you’re investigating a missing persons case, you’re going to have to talk to a lot of people!)


Favorite Mystery Novel


At Bertram’s Hotel by Agatha Christie
Her Royal Spyness by Rhys Bowen
Maisie Dobbs by Jacqueline Winspear

The Honor goes to At Bertram’s Hotel by Agatha Christie.

All three of these novels are set in England and could be considered historical fiction since Maisie Dobbs takes place between 1910 and 1929, Her Royal Spyness is set in the 1930s, and At Bertram’s Hotel provides a view of London in the 1960s. Dobbs is an intriguing heroine with an interesting back story and I enjoyed watching her solve mysteries largely through her study and gentle manipulation of human nature. Georgiana is the most humorous of the three sleuths and I recommend Her Royal Spyness if you like a bit of romantic comedy with your mystery. At Bertram’s Hotel is the favorite, not just because it features Miss Marple solving a mystery, but because Miss Marple’s dealing with memories–What do you do with them? Can you relive them? How do you move forward with them?–made the novel that much richer for me.


Favorite Fiction Book


At Bertram’s Hotel by Agatha Christie
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
The Complete Maus by Art Spiegelman
Dogsong by Gary Paulson
The Emperor’s Soul by Brandon Sanderson

The Honor goes to The Emperor’s Soul by Brandon Sanderson.

These diverse books ended up competing for the Honor of Favorite Fiction Book in 2017 because they all received my personal 5-star rating. (I read a lot of great books last year!) The Emperor’s Soul wins the Honor because I loved this book! It made me do something I haven’t done since high school–the day after I finish the book I went back and re-read my favorite parts. This winner of the 2013 Hugo for Best Novella reads like a great heist movie with the first two thirds of the book full of making plans, moving pieces into place, and building tension among the players before the fuse ignites the explosive action in the rest of the book. I enjoyed seeing the potential for different outcomes as various pieces were introduced so when the wheels were finally put into motion, I wasn’t entirely certain what would or would not happen beyond the main objective. I highly recommend this fantasy story for it’s in depth world building, it’s fascinating heroine, and it’s exploration of ideas about art, authenticity, and value.


Favorite Audiobook


At Bertram’s Hotel by Agatha Christie, narrated by Stephanie Cole
The Dispatcher by John Scalzi, narrated by Zachary Quinto
The Emperor’s Soul by Brandon Sanderson, narrated by Angela Lin
The Spaceship Next Door by Gene Doucette, narrated by Steve Carlson

The Honor goes to At Bertram’s Hotel by Agatha Christie.

I cannot say enough good things about Stephanie Cole’s narration of this book. Cole’s performance has become my favorite portrayal of Miss Marple!


Recommended from the Rest


Lessons from a Sheep Dog by Phillip Keller
Louisiana Longshot by Jana DeLeon
A Quilt for Christmas by Sandra Dallas

The Honor goes to A Quilt for Christmas by Sandra Dallas.

The only reason A Quilt for Christmas wasn’t a contender for Favorite Fiction Book was that the category was already packed by books with 5-star ratings, and I had rated this as a 4-star read. Sandra Dallas is one of my favorite authors and in this book I especially appreciated how her dialogue for a story set in the 1800s sounded neither modern nor stilted. I highly recommend this historical novel about a Civil War widow in Kansas.

Barnacles for 2018

There were a couple of books that I read in 2017 that were not favorites, nor would I recommend them. These are the Barnacles that I picked up in my literary voyages last year.


Worst Mix of Manure and Ice Cream

The Barnacle goes to Shadow Fires by Dean Koontz.

To be fair, this isn’t a book that I would have picked up at a bookstore based on the blurb on the book jacket. A friend loaned me this book and since I have enjoyed at least one other novel by Koontz, I agreed to try it. This was such a mixed bag! There were characters that I really liked, some plot lines that I was very interested in, and some scenes that were highly effective (Koontz knows how to build tension!) But there were also villains who were over the top–one of whom became so outlandish that I found him boring for the last half of the book. There were also scenes that were over-wrought and melodramatic along with narration that sounded like the author’s soapbox. It was not worth wading through the manure to get the bits of ice cream in this book.


Worst Disappointment

The Barnacle goes to A Season of Angels by Debbie Macomber.

When I say this book was disappointing, please understood that I did not go into this story expecting high literature. It was just after Thanksgiving and I thought A Season of Angels would be a fun Christmas story “beach read” if you know what I mean. It ended up being a silly story, loaded with stock character and featuring a ridiculous plot twist in one of the storylines. I swear, sometimes what I read in fantasy stories is way more believable than what I read romance novels!

With this blog entry I am completely caught up on awarding my Captain’s Honors. I can’t wait to see what the categories look like for the 2018 Awards!

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The Church of Watching the River Flow By


Warm peppermint tea,

Cool breeze, expanding sunbeams

Expel dream’s stupor.

Haiku by Jennifer Kay

We went on vacation a few weeks ago. By the end of the week, we had quite the tally of fun activities: visiting with friends we hadn’t seen in a while; dancing Irish Set Dances at a pub; shopping at various bookstores; eating at delicious restaurants; and sampling drafts at a local brewery. But I have to say that the highlight for me was getting up every morning whenever I felt like it (not at the insistence of an alarm clock or a hungry dog), claiming a chair in front of the huge picture window in the living room, and listening to the choir of birds in The Church of Watching the River Flow By. My morning liturgy included eating breakfast and drinking hot tea, followed by some combination of praying, reading, journalling, or drawing. Time ceased, or rather ceased to be relevant, in that space. I never looked at the clock until the service came to a close of it’s own accord and I went to get dressed for whatever excursions lay ahead that day. I began every day of vacation by just being, experiencing nature, and participating in rituals that nourish my body and soul.

I cried on the drive home, not because I had parted from loved ones, but because I had fallen in love with the freedom to simply be for a period of time each day when I was not expected to be doing something or exhausted after doing something. It was quite the surprising revelation that this was so desperately needed and completely lacking from my everyday life.

Of course the week after vacation was crammed with catching up on work, on laundry, on social engagements. The following Saturday morning, my hungry dog pulled me out of a dream to demand breakfast. In a daze, I gave him his kibble and followed him to the back door when he was finished eating. As I opened the door to let him out, a cool breeze greeted me and a choir of birds beckoned me to step into a chapel that I rarely noticed. There is no river running through my back yard, so the chapel’s esthetic is less grand than The Church of Watching the River Flow By. Nevertheless, the peppermint tea was tantalizing on my tongue, the breeze was refreshing on my face, and the sunbeams that crept under the roof of my patio were warm on my feet. I heard the birds sing and watched the trees sway and felt my dog curl up next to me. My mind cleared and I recognized that the freedom I love can also be found at home.

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Annuals and Perennials

My flower bed (if you can call the weedy strip of earth along the sidewalk by that name) is planted with over two dozen daffodil bulbs. These have never failed to bloom for me. Even after being tricked into sprouting during a January thaw this year and consequently shocked by the freezing rain in February, these heralds valiantly unfurled some wrinkled, yellow flags at Spring’s eventual arrival. I look forward to these familiar blooms every spring.

The flower pot on my front step features a rotating cast of annuals. Previous players include begonias, dianthus, and calibrachoa. This year I was feeling sentimental after visiting my grandparents’ grave on Memorial Day weekend, so I filled my pot with petunias. I remember Grandmothers’s flower beds planted with petunias and dusty miller. While I never saw the appeal of those ghost-like dusty millers that haunted the spaces between the flowers, the bright velvet trumpets of the petunias always commanded my attention.

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I recently withdrew from a networking group that I’d been active in for the last four years. I started going to counseling sessions earlier this year, and I discovered that the time and energy I was dedicating to the networking group urgently needed to be redirected to my pursuit of better mental and emotional wellness. But it wasn’t an easy decision to leave the group because I valued the relationships I’d invested in. It was sad to think that some of these friendships might wither away without that weekly connection point. If I lost touch with those people, did it mean that my investment in the relationships was wasted? Like Taylor Joy Murray, I wasn’t sure what to do with short-term relationships.


A green pot of fuchsia petunias with thin white stripes bursting out from their centers.

Somehow it all clicked into place for me as I watered the petunias this week. Some relationships are perennials and some are annuals. I truly cherish my perennial bed of daffodils, in part because they are such gorgeously cheerful flowers, but also because of the comfort in getting to enjoy them year after year. But the fact that these petunias will only bloom for me this one summer doesn’t make me any less thrilled to see them when I come home from work. I certainly don’t think the gallons of water I pour over them are a waste since it makes them bloom so beautifully. And when I pull their withered stems out of the pot at the end of the winter, I won’t obsess over what I could have done differently to make them bloom through another season. (Something that I confess I have done at the end of certain friendships.) Yes, it’s a sad truth that I won’t have these striped petunias on my porch next year. But I may have solid red ones. Or I may try orange zinnias. Maybe I’ll go back to pink dianthus.

I understand that people are not as easily interchanged as flowers. A friend’s absence is more keenly felt than an empty flower pot. But the burden of saying good-bye feels lighter when I accept them for the annuals that they are. And with that comes the awareness of the opportunity to plant new companions that are just as enriching to my life, even if they are different. And who knows? Someone that I thought was an annual may turn out to be a perennial after all.

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A Year of Creativity

It may seem odd to be doing a “year in review” essay in April, but it took me most of the first quarter of this year to tie up the loose ends of last year, so I decided to make April 1 my own personal New Year’s Day. Thus the past few weeks, I’ve been reviewing last year and planning for this year, and I wanted to share a bit of that with you.

As I reflect back on 2017, I am most proud of two things: (1) at long last I finally built a consistent exercise habit, and (2) I engaged in creative pursuits far more than I have in previous years. I didn’t realize how vital exercising my creativity is to my personal happiness and well-being until last year when I made it a goal to write a blog post once a month and finish six craft projects. From one perspective, I failed in these goals because I only posted nine blog entries and finished three craft projects. But from another perspective I succeeded wildly because in pursuing these goals I rediscovered an important part of myself that had been neglected while trying to meet the more urgent demands of life (you know, things like going to work, paying bills, getting groceries, and keeping commitments to other people). And just because they were fewer in number than the original goals does not make the blogs that I did write and the craft projects that I did complete any less valuable. The blogs of 2017 you’ve already seen, so let me show you my completed craft projects.


A framed cross stitch picture with the words from Psalm 18:31-33 surrounded by trees and a waterfall.

This first one was a huge accomplishment. I had started this cross-stitch project as a gift for one of my sisters over 10 years ago. Every so often–usually a month or two before her birthday–I’d start working on it again and then lose my motivation when her birthday came before I finished it. She was understandably skeptical when I told her it would finished in 2017. And as with previous attempts, it was not finished by her birthday, but this time I persisted in working on it after her birthday and presented it her three months later. It felt surreal to have it completed, to see my cross-stitch bag and not have that project waiting in it. It’s the one present I’ve given with strings attached: if she ever decides she doesn’t want it anymore for any reason, she has to give it back to me or to another family member.


A photo album lying open to a spread of pictures from a flower garden.

My second project was organizing pictures from our last vacation in a Shutterfly album. Since there were well over 100 photos, this was not just a weekend project for me, especially since I am not content to just drop pictures randomly into pregenerated templates. No, for me it’s like putting together a puzzle, trying to determine which pictures look best in what layout. It was tedious at times, but immensely gratifying when it all came together.


A crocheted Christmas stocking.

My third project was another crocheted Christmas stocking. Originally, it was for my niece AK who was born in 2016, but when her little sister arrived in December 2017, her mom asked if the stocking could be given to my newest niece for her baby pictures. Thus, I will be working on yet another stocking for AK this year.

There were two other streams that I poured my creative juices into last year – not projects so much as artistic practices. After a 12 year (or more) hiatus, I started playing the autoharp again. It was later in the year when I returned to making music, so my current repertoire is Christmas carols, but I’m looking forward to learning other songs this year.

Whereas all my other creative endeavors last year were hobbies I’ve done before, this last one was completely new: Zentangling. I’d been intrigued by Zentangle designs on Pinterest, so when I came across a beginner’s book on the bargain rack at Barnes & Noble, I decided to give it a try.


Original Zentangle art by Jennifer Kay featuring Emingle, Jonquil, and Florz patterns.

I’m totally hooked! It’s perfect for evenings when I’m too tired to read or write; family gatherings when everyone’s watching a sports game I’m not really into; and mornings when I don’t have enough time to complete a task but it’s not time to leave yet.

So how about you? Was there anything last year (or in the first months of this year) that ignited new passions or rekindled old ones?

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Captain’s Honors for 2016

For those of you who are more interested in award categories like Best Memoir/Biography and Best Young Adult Novel than Best Documentary and Best Animated Film, I offer my Captain’s Honors for 2016.


A picture of some of the books read in 2016 sitting on top of a cabinet.

I must say I am delighted to have read almost twice as many books in 2016 as I did in 2015. Not only does this mean I got to go on more literary voyages, but also that there are more categories in this series of Honors. However, even though this will be one of my longer posts, I promise it will not take you three hours to find out what my favorite book of 2016 was. (Good luck to all of you staying awake to find out what 2017 film won the Oscar for Best Picture tonight!)

The Captain’s Honors for 2016


Favorite Non-fiction Book


■   The Best Yes: Making Wise Decisions in the Midst of Endless Demands by Lysa TerKeurst
■   When Everything Changed: The Amazing Journey of American Women from 1960 to the Present by Gail Collins

The Honor goes to When Everything Changed: The Amazing Journey of American Women from 1960 to the Present by Gail Collins.

The Best Yes was one the first books I read 2016 as I was wanting to be more intentional about commitments I made and thus the things I spent my time on. This is definitely a book I will revisit, but the Honor goes to When Everything Changed because it was so fascinating and I learned so much! If you are interested in seeing the progression of women’s rights along with the cultural shifts in what women can (or should) be and do in the United States in the last 60 years or so, I highly recommend this book.




Favorite Memoir/Biography


■   American Queen: The Rise and Fall of Kate Chase Sprague by John Oller
■   The Faith Club: A Muslim, a Christian, a Jew–Three Women Search for Understanding by Ranya Idliby, Suzanne Oliver, Priscilla Warner
■   Where the Wind Leads: A Refugee Family’s Miraculous Story of Loss, Rescue, and Redemption by Vinh Chung with Tim Downs

The Honor goes to American Queen: The Rise and Fall of Kate Chase Sprague by John Oller.

You can thank my friend Marlene that this category exists because she loaned me two of the three books in it. I recommend all of these books. American Queen wins the honor because it is a masterful and compelling portrait of one of the most interesting people you’ve probably never heard of. I am grateful to Marlene because without her bringing this book to my attention, I doubt I ever would have read it. If you like biographies, you should check it out as well!



Favorite Historical Fiction Book


■   Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker by Jennifer Chiaverini
■   Mrs. Lincoln’s Rival by Jennifer Chiaverini

The Honor goes to Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker by Jennifer Chiaverini

Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker is the easy winner for me in this category, but I can’t be sure that it wins on it’s own merits or due the shade I cast on Mrs. Lincoln’s Rival. After reading American Queen, I found Mrs. Lincoln’s Rival on Audible and eagerly listened to it. Unfortunately, my experience listening to this audiobook was similar to watching a movie based on a book you liked in which the casting is all wrong and the narrative choices are a bit questionable. The novelized version of Kate Chase Sprague’s life was a disappointment to say the least, but I can’t tell if that’s because it was poorly done or because I found the biography so intriguing. Regardless of why I disliked Mrs. Lincoln’s Rival, I honestly enjoyed Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker. It was interesting to see some of the same events and characters from different perspective, so in the end I’m glad I read both of Ms. Chiarverini’s books, even if one was unsatisfying.


Favorite Romance Book


■   The Red Door Inn by Liz Johnson
■   Where the Wind Blows by Caroline Fyffe

The Honor goes to The Red Door Inn by Liz Johnson.

If you’ve followed my blog for long, you’ve probably guessed that I don’t read a lot romance novels. I don’t know how often this category will appear, so if you’re a fan of the genre, this is your lucky day! These novels have lovely settings: modern day Prince Edward Island for The Red Door Inn and the Wild West of the 1800s for Where the Wind Blows. Both of these stories have lead characters whose characterization was consistent and whose personalities don’t annoy me. Neither book has graphic bedroom scenes. But a plot development in the final act of Where the Wind Blows merely serves to create unnecessary melodrama (ugh!), and that puts it in second place for these rankings.


Favorite Young Adult Book


■   101 Dalmatians by Dodie Smith
■   The Door in the Hedge by Robin McKinley
■   Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire
■   The Giver by Lois Lowry
■   My Life in Dog Years by Gary Paulsen

The Honor goes to My Life in Dog Years by Gary Paulsen.

This category, more than any other this year, is like asking a mother to pick her favorite child. All the other categories had a clear winner, even if it was a close race. But all five of these books are favorites. I would give a 5-Star rating to all them except 101 Dalmatians; I would give the book 4 stars, but listening Martin Jarvis’ brilliant performance of it is a 5-Star experience. How can I even choose?! My Life in Dog Years wins solely because I would recommend it to anyone regardless of their genre preferences. This book is beyond such borders and everyone should read it.


Favorite Fiction Book


■   The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker
■   The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
■   The Yard by Alex Grecian

The Honor goes to The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker.

All of these novels are solid reads. The Yard is a fascinating mystery set in the early days of Scotland Yard after the last of Jack the Ripper’s murders. The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a dark, beautiful, modern-day fantasy like nothing else you will read (as so many of Neil Gaiman’s stories are). But The Golem and the Jinni was my favorite book of 2016. Set in turn-of-the-century New York with flashbacks to ancient Sryia, I loved losing myself in this world and never grew tired of it–even after 19 hours!


Favorite Audiobook


■   101 Dalmatians by Dodie Smith
■   The B-Team: The Human Division by John Scalzi
■   The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker
■   Mrs. Lincoln’s Rival by Jennifer Chiaverini
■   The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

The Honor goes to The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker.

I suppose it goes without saying that my favorite book of the year would also win the Honor for Favorite Audiobook. Nevertheless, I highlight it here because George Guidall’s performance made my experience of the story much richer. I’m confident that I still would have loved The Golem and the Jinni if I’d read it in print, but I am grateful for the opportunity to listen to this audiobook.


Recommended from the Rest


■   The Applause of Heaven by Max Lucado
■   The B-Team: The Human Division by John Scalzi
■   The Body in the Library by Agatha Christie
■   The Quick and the Dead by Louis L’Amour

The Honor goes to The B-Team: The Human Division by John Scalzi.

If you are a science fiction fan, I recommend The B-Team: The Human Division (only available at The characters, both human and alien, were well drawn and the background for the conflict was interesting. Overall, a short, fun bit of intergalactic and diplomatic intrigue with a space battle thrown in for good measure.

As promised, I’ve finished announcing these awards in less than three hours. What’s also good news is that I didn’t pick up any Barnacles in 2016!

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A Perfect Start

A new journal is like new fallen snow–tantalizing with the pristine magic of unblemished potential. So of course I wanted my first drawing in my new journal to be perfect–a good first impression for my future self and any other readers as well as a worthy use of the first page’s potential. I even chose to do a less ambitious design so I was sure to get it “right”. But somehow I got off track with the alternating pattern of the fourth tangle and suddenly my perfect design wasn’t perfect, nor could I ever make it so.

And thus it became the perfect first entry for my spotless journal–a humorous reminder of the vanity of perfectionism. Since perfection is never guaranteed–even with an easy project, route, or goal–why not pursue something more ambitious if that’s what your truly want? No sense declining the opportunity solely out of fear of failure. If you can fail at something less inspiring, you might as well fail at something that ignites your enthusiasm!


A journal page with a black and white Zentangle design and the following quote: I am not perfect; I am much stronger than that. –Rune Lazuli

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