Wednesday, April 27, 2011

This is what I've been sitting on lately


     The American Food industry has taken us hostage.  It has bombarded our arteries and kidnapped our loved ones long before their time. It has bullied it's way into our budgets, our pantries, and our belt loops.  It has reared it's ugly head for far too long.

My name is Holly Bierly Young, and I'm fighting back.

Who else is with me?

Love and being kind of overly dramatic,
H.

OR

Love and I promise I went easy on the cheese,
H.

Saturday, April 16, 2011




Today is my 29th birthday.  I walked a 5k with my sister in the rain and then I held Lucy (covered in a dry blanket of course) for a good long while.  




Life is good.  


Love,
H. 

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

She said she usually cried at least once a day not because she
was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.

brian andreas






I just can't get enough of that wily brunette.  Re-blogging from that corner of hers.  


Love and more love, 
H. 

Monday, April 11, 2011

Take away my mourning, give me music.

     Eee Gads.  We've been gone.   Tim and I traveled to D.C. last week to visit my Aunt & Uncle and do some touristy things.  Tim had never been there, and that is one of my FAVORITE cities.  


We had to go.  We did.  


     I wish I could tell you when I'm going to be gone.  However, posting our travel dates on the interwebz makes me nervous that someone is going to bust in and steal my record player.  


Hands off, I say! Hands off!  (((shouted at The Bad Guys, not you, Sweet Readers)))  


     Anyway, last week, I tried to convince you that crummy things will happen, but the world is still beautiful & interesting.  I feel like that has been my mantra these days (mantra?).  I want to shout it from the rooftops, and I can't be sure why. 


Perhaps because I'm still trying to convince myself of that these days.  


When we were touring The American History Museum, I started Thinking.  That's right.  Thinking.  


     When my grandpa one of my favorite people on this planet passed away, I scrounged around in his desk (with permission of course) and made color copies of some of his letters and trinkets.  You might remember this shadow box I made of all my treasures. 




I passed by it on my way out the other day, and I re read the letter he wrote to my grandma on Easter in 1945.  

"War news looks good now.  Just keep praying and all will be well, honey."

In 1945, Easter fell on April 1st, and on April 29th, Germany surrendered in Italy.  


The war was ending.  


He was coming home.

The world is still beautiful and interesting. 

Love you/miss you,
H.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

     I just wanted to let you know that the other day, I wrote a post about taking food to a family who's loved one is dying of cancer and yesterday morning, that gentleman passed away.  


  Although, I am not especially close to this family,  I still find myself overwhelmed by a lot of things lately.  Sometimes that can be good, sometimes bad. 


It has been almost four days since that visit, and I still don't have any more answers for you.  


I told you that sometimes life is bad, and sometimes it is very, very good.  


I still believe that to be true.  


For you, on this warm, breezy evening,  what little of Lucy we feel comfortable sharing.  


Proof that the world is still a beautiful place.  


I love you, Lou.  


Love and everything else, 
H.