Author Archives: Marcy

About Marcy

I blog about trying to get out of my comfort zone, completing 101 things in 1001 days (and beyond), and writing my memoirs. My book: Timid No More.

How to Hike Mount Washington When You’re Young and Clueless (in 33 Easy Steps)

In the early days of our marriage, my husband and I would disappear every weekend to hike in the White Mountains. While I loved hiking, I never quite enjoyed it. Mount Washington proved to be especially formidable. Set your alarm for … Continue reading

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Cantering: As Easy as Falling Off a Horse

I bounced along in a fast and much too dangerous canter, which I’d just learned is like a gallop with a missing beat. I had been trotting so well, too, even lifted a hand from the saddle to give my mother-in-law … Continue reading

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Appointment at Tooth-Hurty

Her hands are in my mouth, poking, scraping, setting up X-ray cards. I bide my time for a chance to complain. I stare at a spot on the ceiling, bright blue sky, white clouds, pink spring blossoms in the corner … Continue reading

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Dance Like Pachamama’s Watching

A lone woman, burdened by sticks, enters the village square. Soon there’s another … seven … twenty. Their bonfire warms our cheeks, ignites our imaginations. They’ve circled, in blurs of accelerating joy, since before Spaniards arrived to conquer a land, … Continue reading

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Deleted moments

I love the move to digital photography with its endless chances to get the shot right, and I delete the bad ones as I go along. When I sifted through a box of old, curled up family photographs, though, I realized … Continue reading

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If I Knew You Were Coming, I’d’ve Baked a Cake in a Shoe Box

I’ll admit it: I am drawn to the kooky. Whether it’s a challenge to host a Spambalaya Jambalaya dinner party, visit kitschy roadside attractions, or make guacamole ice cream sandwiches, I’m your woman. And since I never know when something I should … Continue reading

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Up a Creek, but Unsinkable: Weekend in Denver

{In a previous post, I told how my husband is convinced he’s solved the mystery of Forrest Fenn’s hidden treasure–Seeking Treasure: The Thrill of the Chase.} “From there it’s no place for the meek, The end is ever drawing nigh; … Continue reading

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Seeking Treasure: The Thrill of the Chase

My husband pores over web sites, explaining his line-by-line interpretations as he toggles between a Google map and a poem that holds clues to the hidden treasure. He points out canyons and creeks, hots springs and abandoned mines. He has a feverish gleam … Continue reading

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Schadenfreude in My Facebook Feed

Schadenfreude: pleasure derived from the misfortune of another, or, just maybe, from the fortune he never wanted Although he was my mortal enemy and chief bully during my formative years, my brother Steve and I reached a détente when I reached my … Continue reading

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Perfection slips away, one shot at a time

The ball springs off his racket toward my sweet spot; I’ll smash a forehand down the line: racket back, turn sideways, little steps, line it up, track it, bend my knees, follow through — a split second late, and that ball … Continue reading

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