by Natalie Ogbourne | Sep 3, 2013 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
My children are all in various stages of learning to wakeboard, a sport which uses the wake, that trail of water disturbed by the passage of the boat as it moves over the surface. They wakeboard because my husband comes from a water sport loving family. They’re a...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Aug 24, 2013 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
An insistent noise intruded into heavy sleep, waking me just enough to know that I had to silence it, but not enough to allow me to understand what it was or where I was. I stumbled through the dark toward the incessant pounding, wanting only to find it and make it...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Aug 8, 2013 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Every summer the cicadas sing their song. Every summer it starts too soon. Every summer it makes me sad. It made sense when I was young. The cicada’s song signaled school’s imminent return. I enjoyed school, so maybe it didn’t make sense, but as a child, it was the...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Jul 23, 2013 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Mom and Dad first took my brother and me to Yellowstone when he was eight and I, twelve, to show us a world away from our little town but the showing began long before we packed the car and went west. When I was young we lived for a short time on my grandparents’...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Jul 9, 2013 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Each summer we gather with my husband’s family at his parents’ house. We converge on their home in vehicles stuffed with people and dogs, books and toys, luggage and anticipation. Mixed among all those are the lingering imprints of our lives. I can pack. What I...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Jun 5, 2013 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
My brother and I were just a little finicky when we were young. We didn’t like oatmeal. We hated onions. We loathed sandwiches. And what is typical lunch fare for a family at a national park picnic area between hikes? Sandwiches. Eventually, we grew out of it and now...