my favorite laugh.

When Evan finished his first semester of—official—nursing school, I did a little celebratory dance for the occasion. And—of course—I watched the video over and over, because I’m addicted to that laugh. The beginning of this journey feels like so. long. ago. Because it’s been a really long journey—this whole Evan-in-Nursing-School thing. He has worked nights … Continue reading my favorite laugh.

I accept.

During a welcome beat of my new-found stride, I went on a hike with some badass ladies tonight. We hike fast up the “M” in Bozeman. It’s like the “M” in Missoula… same same, but different. Montanans love putting letters on mountains. Afterwards, we hung out on a bench and talked and watched in horror … Continue reading I accept.

only now.

Man. It’s 1:30 in the morning and here I am blahgging. After a semester of going crazy and going places and going far, I have to look back and evaluate. But I can’t. I know I want more of that. More making films. More clicking with crews. More winning. More bike rides with besties. More … Continue reading only now.

van me twice.

This is what Missoula looks like today from my view: The story I’m about to tell did not have the same snowy setting, but it was colder… about 20 degrees. This is what the door to our apartment looks like: Evan and I live nextdoor to this lovely woman named Suzie… who I hardly ever … Continue reading van me twice.