I am moving my website and my writings to Substack, and you can find me here: https://ritaherrmann.substack.com/ on a page called Schatze Wanderlust Was Here. All current subscribers will be transferred to the new place. I hope you will continue to follow along with me there.
Love, love, love. These three words I spoke every time I left the house, whispering them through the closing door to my dogs. It’s a practice that began nearly 14 years ago when Stella first arrived in our family. George had been an only dog for five years, and when I would leave the house,…
What a different world this is since the last time I wrote here. Firstly, let me say that I hope you are well and that you are heeding the advice of health authorities to stem the spread of the Corona virus, aka COVID-19. This is a time when we all need to work in unison…
I know. It’s been awhile. The last time you heard from me was the sad announcement about my sweet dog, George, and while that did indeed throw my life into a tailspin, it is not the reason for my absence from this page. Actually, I’ve been rather busy, and in the hope of answering the…
The first day we met, we were both scared. He was handed to me by a woman who said her family didn’t want him anymore, and I was unsure of my readiness for commitment just six months after the loss of my dog Ginger. When I placed him in the seat of the car and…
The funny thing about the last days of the year is that we collectively reflect on the previous 12 months, reviewing the highs and lows, the joys and sadness, the things we got right and the things that went sideways. As the year wanes to its last few hours, we wonder if the next year…
Have you ever walked to the mailbox and, for a split-second before opening it, hoped for something nice inside? In that second, have you hoped for something other than a bill or catalog? Have you secretly wished for something handwritten and not mass produced? So have I. This is why I have created Sunrise Notes,…
Five years ago today, my life changed. It was not in a manner most changes occur — birth, death, marriage, or divorce — but in a manner that was equally as earth-shaking for me. It was the day I learned my soul was rooted in writing. In the latter days of August 2013, I took…
It’s Saturday night and the band is tuning up on stage. People are positioning their lawn chairs on the street to the west of the courthouse, a street blocked off every Saturday night in the summer. A tent is set at the back of the makeshift venue, selling funnel cakes and fried Oreos. Kids are…
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