
Trailing Rainbows
“When your world falls apart, find new worlds”
Bo has spent years planning the road trip of a life time with her mother, but when tragedy strikes she drops everything and everyone to begin the trip that will change everything.
Chasing storms and trailing rainbows, Bo must discover her own reasons for living out life even during difficulty.


April 21st
“…I have spent the last year curved in around the shards of my heart, my hands clenched around every memory and moment I had with you, afraid of losing what little I possess. It’s time to straighten my shoulders, take a deep breath, and unclench my fists. Allow the fear to leave, so hope has a place to stay.”

April 14th
I wonder if the darkness of this past year will make the brightness in my future shine more than it would have otherwise. If having been through the valley makes the mountaintop that much better. Silver linings don’t make the clouds disappear, they just help make them more palatable, right?


March 31st
The aching emptiness where you should be has been decorated with flowers, words carved in the walls, each a memento of the time we had or should have had. It doesn't carry quite the sting it used to, and somehow I also don't feel guilty.

March 24th
Someday I hope this kindness I'm treasuring up will be able to come back out of me and touch another life of another person who is struggling to make it through the day.

March 17th
Actually, most of Philly will be tomorrow. I plan on checking out all the Revolutionary War spots, including where the Declaration of Independence was signed as well as the Liberty Bell, and, you know, all the cool history places in Philly.

March 10th
But I feel like there's a giant clock ticking down to when I will need to go home and face whatever my life will look like when this is all over.


February 24th
I cannot imagine anything more soul transforming than being in these enormous caves, listening to the world’s largest musical instrument, and experiencing what really must be the most copacetic combination of nature and human ingenuity.

February 17th
"It was one of the most rewarding things to read through the book and begin to see it with your eyes.
The things that caught your heart and changed you in some small way..."

February 10th
I know deep in my soul that the pains and griefs that led me through the silly boys I dated and the men who thought they could control me, were leading me to this and him.

February 7th
Trying to find a balance between living and grief, Bo celebrates her Mom’s first birthday since her death. A surprise visit from a friend makes the day one to remember.

January 27th
I will say, and it’s a bit of a surprise to me, it’s kind of nice to take a break from sightseeing, and just relax. I’ve finished two books in the last week and I’m almost done with a third.

January 20th
"...the sun rising over the ocean was a happy sight, the waves crashing and gulls crying, almost enough to make me close my eyes and dream of the Oregon coast.
I have nothing bad to say about the Florida coast, other than that it wasn't the Oregon coast."

January 13th
Maybe the bell above my grave wasn't clapper-less after all, because how else would I have met and befriended all the people I have in my travels?
Maybe I just couldn't hear it ringing because of the six feet of earth between me and the open air.

January 6th
It's a happy imagining for me to think of a distant and definitely fictional future where Nova and I live in the Willamette Valley, less than an hour from Meg and Tom, and somehow also less than an hour from Newport and Jasper.

December 30th
I've decided to stay here an extra week. I don't have a good reason for it, since Nova will have to work, but there's something in the movement of this town that calls to me.

December 23rd
It was ten minutes of kindness, but definitely more than I expected or had earned. I'm glad I met Alex. I don't suppose he has any idea how much those ten minutes touched my heart.

December 16th
"I know you don't want me to save you, but I hope you'll let me be here with you while you save yourself.”