Becky Blue
  • Road Trip As if an excuse should be needed to spend seven days and seven nights with one’s son and daughter. A car bound for a garage in California certainly needs a driver or two or three. The calendar opened like the highway before us and we jumped in never looking back. Tucked in our trunk was […] 4 responses August 3, 2017
  • “God always provides the next person you need.” I am sensing a theme in my writing. The last time I posted I was interviewing my mentor and nursing hero, Dr. Joyce Nelson. Today (finally back in the writing saddle) I am sharing an interview I did with another Joyce, this time my forever friend and nursing colleague, Joyce Kaatz. Would just interviewing Joyces […] No responses August 8, 2016
  • Deserts and expectations The tea was poured and the biscotti ready to dip into the green tea in the fine German tea cups. Little Molly, the curly black poodle, had settled in by her dog dish. The sun shown brightly on my dear friend and mentor sitting across her kitchen table from me. I knew the words would […] 5 responses March 20, 2016
  • Two words: “for you.”   This week at Ash Wednesday worship just as Communion was beginning, I was instantly transported to a stand of tall ponderosa pines in the Black Hills of South Dakota. The camp naturalist, Bob, taught me that if you smell the bark of a pine tree it smells like vanilla. The entire Outlaw Ranch Bible […] No responses February 13, 2016
  • “I think I’ll come home.” What are words that inspire you? Words that make your sleepy soul want to wake up and live? When I was a kid it was usually words spoken by my dad, Juel, a plain-spoken, happy Norwegian farmer. One of his favorite phrases, when our family was in a customary state of indecision, was to boldly pronounce […] 4 responses February 8, 2016
  • Perspective I have lived on the South Dakota prairie my entire life. We used to be called the Sunshine State but are now called the Mount Rushmore State. Weeks like this help me to understand that bold decision of our state legislature in 1992. (wink, wink) I tire of these days where I can’t see a […] 16 responses February 4, 2016
  • Snow Words I have the pleasure today of looking out of a coffee shop window in Crested Butte, Colorado. The snow has been gently but intentionally falling since yesterday. Everything is equally dusted in white flakes; the rooftops, the transit buses, the pine trees, the ice sculptures in the square of the resort, and most importantly for […] 12 responses January 16, 2016
  • I wonder as I wander I love alliteration. That matching letter or sound at the beginning of words giving a sentence or phrase a certain dance across the page (or through that grand corridor to the heart). It may be one of the reasons I am especially fond of the Christmas carol, “I Wonder as I Wander.” Even if you […] 2 responses December 18, 2015
  • The C’mon Inn   I grew up on a farm that had a long gravel driveway. The advantage to the long driveway was that in the evening we could see the headlights of any car headed our way. My mom had us trained to pick up the house in the amount of time it took for a car […] 7 responses November 12, 2015
  • Made by a Name I can still plainly hear my voice on that first day of kindergarten at District #32 just down the gravel road from our farm in rural South Dakota. My teacher, Mrs. Dangel, was reading the roll call, “Rebecca?” to see if I was present. (There were only five of us seated around a tiny table […] 15 responses November 2, 2015