My daughter had a seizure. My parents left Seattle. We went to Montana. We ran a race and leaned in to friendships we had missed so much. Our family needed that mountain air and those people and that exercise and that wide open space. And there was a ton of music, too. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5PJDcl22ngHLa4vHKYjd7J?si=88907c80763e4b9b I was… Continue reading 03: fractured sunshine in my eyes.
This is a post/story that I feel like would need a trigger warning? I'm not sure how those work, how this works, how any of this goes. But I do want to share this and if you are sensitive to scary things involving children, I would stay away from here. (I say this knowing that… Continue reading c’mon, baby.
last weekend, Evan, Marcelline, and I hiked up Mount Si. it was a trek. it felt like the kinds of thing I used to do all the time. a place I used to find myself, even though I had never been up there before. lately, as I'm literally moving forward—in life, in work, up mountains—it… Continue reading 02: walking to get back.
this space has been calling me back. an intentional space where I can be creative without algorithm or supervision. climbing out of the past 16 months is a little brighter than I thought it would be. so good in a lot of ways, but a little blinding in others. I have completely hunkered down with… Continue reading 01: a coolness coming.
I slept on the couch last night. Not because I was in the dog house (though I wouldn't put it past me), but because Evan was sick. Like puking sick. After Marcelline's 5am wantings, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water and on my way, saw a bright white cat right out… Continue reading it felt close.
My parents tell this story of a five-year-old me. I had been taking tap dance lessons fervently week after week. Our big dance recital was the day after a big roadtrip vacation, so my parents basically drove through the night so I could make the curtain call. The recital started by calling each child’s name… Continue reading a birth story for mother’s day.
Before we Instagrammed, we texted a ton. Before that, we blogged. And before that, we wrote in our journals. My notebooks admittedly started as prayer—or "quiet time"—journals. It's so interesting to see what I prayed for. What I asked for. How I talked about God and myself. Then they quickly moved to wine-fueled scramblings about… Continue reading new chapter? hell, a whole new book.
"July Today" is a self-imposed photography project started in July 2014. I had just gotten my first legit DSLR camera. And I wanted to practice shooting in a more high-stakes way. Something with deadlines. My art director at my job was teaching me about photo editing. He said, to check the levels in the photograph,… Continue reading July Today, August Away, September Now.
I am only doing contract work now. That means more radio, more stories, less office time. No more the Creative Director at a marketing agency. (Though I am still doing work for them.) This has been a scary—yet welcome—change. A new chapter. One I've been writing for basically 15 years now. To stop from ruminating… Continue reading found in a trailer.
Evan and I celebrated four years of marriage last week. It feels like more to me, but only in the best way. Only in the familiar—family—it-feels-like-we've-been-through-decades-of-life-together way. On Wednesday, August 14th (our actual wedding anniversary), The Rolling Stones were playing in Seattle. My incredible cousin took this event and made it a family affair by… Continue reading a rockstar-esque anniversary. [and a surprisingly easy story to tell.]
Last night, I went to Gasworks Park and watched the lunar eclipse. With the magical moon above and hundreds of Seattleites milling and huddling about, I thought a lot about today. And about this past yer. January 21st. Today. Six years since my bad ski accident. The less I write about personal stuff out loud—the… Continue reading SIX.
January 7, 2009 didn't exist for me. A decade ago, I was on a plane to Sydney, Australia. When you're running away from a lot of things, you choose the farthest place you can swing. I left on January 6th and when I arrived in Sydney, it was January 8th. This girl was bopping around… Continue reading the day that didn’t exist.
the birthday boy knows how to work a photobooth. my god, I love this. [july today.]
occasionally, Evan calls me "little mouse." small? no. strong? hells yes. [july today.]
this Tarot reading— dark and creative women— feels right for today. [july today.]
wait. clams on the grill? well, I am learning so much. these kids are helping. [july today.]
I love these two things: Mariners baseball games and men who cross their legs. [july today.]
smize for me, darling. walks, pizza, long talks, friendship. thank you. needed that. [july today.]
July Yesterday. said goodbye to our building. now on to new things. [july today.] [yesterday.]
the most random night ends with exhaustion and this: documentation. [july today.]
