Author: Ron Stempkowski
Mountain Climbing with Friends
I don’t often receive surprise packages in the mail. I can’t say “never,” but it’s definitely a rarity. In late summer last year, I was treated to such an act of kindness... Read More
Bearing the Lion’s Share of Grief
This caught my eye on my calendar the other day as I approach the one-year anniversary of the loss of my sweet puppy girl, Kallie. It caught my eye, and–surprisingly–made me smile because ... Read More
Back in the Saddle Again
This post marks my 300th blog. I wrote earlier in the year about re-committing and refocusing on writing here, as well as other projects. I’ve loved every minute of it. I love it so much, I had ... Read More
The Soundtrack of Memories
There are times when I’m driving or walking or showering when I ask Siri to “play music I like.” He misses the mark more than he hits it. So when he nails it, it feels soooo good! Mo... Read More
The Loud Girl Returns
I used to sprint the two blocks to her house with the speed of an Olympic athlete—even if it was just to sit on the giant house-length front porch to wait for her to finish eating dinner. Then, once... Read More
They Called Me Rona
“So, tell me how you think the death of Curt Cobain will impact music,” a reporter asked me. I stared blankly. “Let me get the manager.” I mean, I knew he died, and it was tragic, but I didn&#... Read More
The Dewey Decimal Diaries
I made up a new word: volunteaming. I’ve decided it means “the state of immediately feeling like part of a team while volunteering.” Read on, and you’ll see why. My mom and I o... Read More
Walking in the Present
I spent a lot less time outside this winter. Without my winter-loving Mongolian snow beast, there was no reason to suit up (or boot up) and play in the snow. Though we didn’t get much snow this ... Read More