This isn’t for the faint of heart.

From the blog

  • the last fall…

    I’m trying to be optimistic about how I’ll get through the fall season in Benezette. The little cabins are almost full for September and October is filling in fast. It’s such a victory when fall rolls around. It’s the moment the business finally turns a profit. It’s when I get to see returning guests, feel…

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    when you let down your armor

    I didn’t put eyeliner on yesterday. For at least 20 years, it’s been a non-negotiable part of my morning ritual. Every single day, I’d meticulously  cover up my ever present dark under eye circles, then line my dichromatic eyes with a deep purple liner to give them definition, a shield that only I knew about,…

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    beyond the books – community matters

    For at least 6 months, I’ve been trying to find someone to help clean, inspect, and prepare the cabins for guests. I wrote a fantastic job description with the help of AI and I posted it in several locations that seemed like a good fit.  But it’s not glamorous work, and finding someone reliable and…

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  • when guests become family

    Today, I let myself be vulnerable about this separation in a way that I knew was coming, but that I was dreading.   For the first time, today I told a returning guest that Jeremy and I have separated. She’s stayed with me only once before, but I talk to her on the phone almost monthly…

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    living the dream – believing in benezette

    I “moved” full time to our camper in Benezette in early January 2021. (A family member was living in our house in Carlisle, so when I say move, understand I packed some clothes and some stuff I loved, but left our home still mostly intact.) The Willow was my focus for the first quarter since…

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    it’s not all elk and sunsets

    The water softener is out of salt.  Again.  I can tell because the dish cloths come out of the wash with tell tale rust stains where someone used it to wipe up something greasy – you know, like you do with a dish rag.  It’s the last of the typical 5 loads of laundry that…

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