Sharry Miller

Baiting Again

I really meant to find a few minutes to connect to the internet and post this during the past week, but I couldn't seem to get away from my baiting station. It was time for my annual trip longlining with Thane. A couple of years ago, I gave you Longlining 101, so I'm not going to bore you with another lecture on what longlining is. Nothing's changed in the basic mechanics of the fishery. The... Read more →

Cycling Psychology

I am a quitter. I am a master of psyching myself out. The two are related. I know these things about myself, and I battle them constantly. It's like I have those good and evil angels sitting on my shoulders, except for me one is saying, "You can't do this. You're too weak and out of shape. Just who do you think you are." The other one is saying, "That's just self-defeating nonsense. You're stronger... Read more →

Young Adult Psychology According to Me

It was inevitable given her parentage: my daughter, Rowan, is a reader. An avid reader. She spends the vast majority of her spare time either reading (and rereading again and again) books or reading fan fiction and Pinterest posts about those books. I often wonder if the words that come out of her are her own or if she's just quoting the internet. She talks about the books she reads so much - relating plots,... Read more →

Savannah Photo Tour

The other day, I felt compelled to write about my trip to Savannah. Unfortunately, the post didn't provide me much opportunity to incorporate photos, so I thought today I'd just give you a little photo tour of my trip to the South. I didn't take as many photos as I normally do, partly because I was usually out walking around in the early to mid-afternoon. Terrible light for photography. Washed out everything. Clearly, I need... Read more →

Meeting Savannah

My feet are swollen and sprinkled with red heat-rash polka dots. A trickle of sweat tickles my low back. I sit on a bench in the shade and watch industrious ants painstakingly collect every grain of sand they can find to construct a hill high enough to reach above the level of the herringbone of red bricks which define the pathway through the square. Which square, I'm not sure. During the past five days, I've... Read more →

Cycling into Spring

I learned two things this evening: No matter how much I roll my eyes, the wind will not diminish just because I'm fed up with it. It doesn't respond any better than my preteen daughter. No matter how hard I scowl at the waterfall blowing water across the highway, it won't stop just so I won't get wet. It doesn't obey any better than my daughter, either. It had to have been an unprecedented second... Read more →

Never Enough

"Do you ever feel like no matter what you do, you're never enough?" I asked Thane yesterday afternoon. "Only when I'm awake," he replied. Oh. I guess I'm not alone. I knew I wasn't, of course. Is there anyone among us who doesn't have feelings of inadequacy occasionally, if not often? How about always? Realistically, I do have my moments of feeling competent and on top of life, but once in a while I meet... Read more →