Happy Birthday to Tend a Rose!

It’s been two YEARS since I started this blog.

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We’ve come a long way together, me and this blog. In a great many ways, it’s been exactly what I needed: a space for me to blurt out my own writing when I’m feeling creative; a way for me to share what I’m reading – the good and the bad; a way for me to keep track of my own thoughts; and maybe a way to help out my fellow lit lovers.

Whatever this blog is to you – whether you’re visiting for the first time or whether you’ve been one of my followers from the beginning – thanks for taking a moment to stop by, especially on today of all days.

And now, for an exciting, HUGE UPDATE:

Tend a Rose has moved! 

That’s right. To an official, bonafide url: tend-a-rose.com. Don’t worry; I have transferred all of the posts from this, the original, site to the new one, and have no immediate plans to remove this url, but all NEW content will be posted only on the new site.

Of course, if you have any feedback/anything you want to see more or less of or if you just want to say, leave a comment or contact me!

In honor of this special day, here’s a look at the top posts over the years on Tend a Rose:

 

Reviews

Why We Can't Wait
Why We Can’t Wait by Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

Heaven Is for Real
Heaven Is for Real: A Little Boy’s Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back by Todd Burpo and Lynn Vincent

 

Storming Heaven
Storming Heaven: A Novel by Denise Giardina

 

Growing Up
Growing Up by Russell Baker

 

Andersen's Fairy Tales
Andersens Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen

 

Quotes

Kilimanjaro
humility

 

Journal Entry
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Christmas
Christmas

 

Trains and Rainbows
living

 

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doubt

 

Writings

Untitled
Travelogue Pt. 10

 

Travelogue Pt. 2

 

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Travelogue Pt. 3

 

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Travelogue Pt. 5

 

Odell Brewery Sampler
Travelogue Pt. 6

 

Once again, happy birthday Tend a Rose!

Travelogue Epilogue

The Travelogue series recounts a seventeen-day-long cross-country road trip I took at age 21 with two college friends. We started in Charlotte, NC, and ended up two weeks and 8,000 miles later in Los Angeles, CA. The previous 18 posts in the series are taken verbatim from a handwritten journal I laboriously kept on the trip. Names have been changed, but the rest is absolute, 100%, unedited truth.

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I wouldn’t do it again.

I know. Call me crazy. It was the trip of a lifetime. But if I could take it back and never have gone, I would.

I loved America. I loved the variety of the cities, the rural areas, the topographies, the animals, the trees, the people especially. But I went with the wrong people, at the wrong time, in the wrong way. Continue reading “Travelogue Epilogue”

Travelogue Pt. 18

The Travelogue series recounts a seventeen-day-long cross-country road trip I took at age 21 with two college friends. We started in Charlotte, NC, and ended up two weeks and 8,000 miles later in Los Angeles, CA. The following is taken verbatim from a handwritten journal I laboriously kept on the trip. Names have been changed, but the rest is absolute, 100%, unedited truth.

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Jul 13

Wow I can’t believe I haven’t written in this long. So much has happened.

Got a job after 3 rounds of interviews, a morning spent filling out paperwork, and a day of watching orientation videos and reading the manual. Went to 2 out of 5 days of training and was actually kind of enjoying it. Morgan and Christina were training me. Morgan – older Mexican lady. Christina – older white lady. They were kind and I was starting to get the hang of it.

But… while I was waiting 47yrs for my actual training to start, Jessica got a job at Shelby’s and kept telling me all kinds of stories about it, so I went in and got trained there and actually worked. 2 shifts before the other training ever even started. Continue reading “Travelogue Pt. 18”

Travelogue Pt. 17

The Travelogue series recounts a seventeen-day-long cross-country road trip I took at age 21 with two college friends. We started in Charlotte, NC, and ended up two weeks and 8,000 miles later in Los Angeles, CA. The following is taken verbatim from a handwritten journal I laboriously kept on the trip. Names have been changed, but the rest is absolute, 100%, unedited truth.

*****

June 21

They weren’t lying when they said LA is unlike anywhere I’ve ever lived. These people live in an unreal world.

Sarah’s apartment is incredible. 3 minute walk from the beach. Three bedroom, 3 bath. On the canal. Continue reading “Travelogue Pt. 17”

Master and Commander

By: Patrick O’Brian
Aubrey-Maturin series Book 1
Fiction
1970
Rating: 3/5

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I suppose I had heard the term before, but I didn’t realize I was reading a classic when I picked up Master and Commander at first. One day, my father asked what I was reading and I told him, and he immediately looked at me and said, “Ahh, Russell Crowe.” When I gave him a blank stare, he said, “Sara, his face is on the cover. It’s a great movie.”

So, if you’ve seen (or heard of..) the movie, you’re already one step ahead of me. Continue reading “Master and Commander”

Travelogue Pt. 16

The Travelogue series recounts a seventeen-day-long cross-country road trip I took at age 21 with two college friends. We started in Charlotte, NC, and ended up two weeks and 8,000 miles later in Los Angeles, CA. The following is taken verbatim from a handwritten journal I laboriously kept on the trip. Names have been changed, but the rest is absolute, 100%, unedited truth.

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June 17

Woke up this morning around 7:30 in Mountain Valley. Brianna was in the living room trying to get us to play with her. Kevin was leaving for work, but we had breakfast with Melissa. Cinnamon bread, eggs, bananas. We wanted to run laundry so we hung around for a while.

Drove into the city on the 280 to avoid traffic. Minor incident where I had to pee really, really, really bad so made them pull off on the next exit which of course was a fairly bad residential area. So we tried a market, nothing. A cafe, nothing, and all the big scary guys at the counter turned and stared at me. Were going to try a church but it didn’t look promising. At this point I was almost crying. Right before we reentered the interstate, saw a much bigger restaurant and figured it HAD to have something. Pulled in and there was actually an outdoor restroom. Perfect.

Went into the city. Drove through Chinatown and parked off Broadway. Walked down to Fisherman’s Wharf. So touristy and expensive but being right on the water like that is hard to beat. Saw the sea lions. Saw Alcatraz from a distance. Jess kept saying it’s much smaller than she thought, but for me it was much closer than I had imagined. Continue reading “Travelogue Pt. 16”