Tonight, I had my first writing class of a series. We did some free writing. Get a prompt. Write for five minutes. Share. The third prompt was “I remember…” For unclear reasons lately, I’ve been thinking about mailboxes. What they mean for homes. What they mean for love. What they mean for communication. And in … Continue reading checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.
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.
I read (heard?) somewhere recently that couples who don’t post gushing stories/photos of their significant others are way more successful in love… actually a lot happier. Well… we’re screwed. Last night, I put up a new profile picture on Facebook. The fact that I wrote that last sentence down kind of hurts my heart in … Continue reading uh-oh.
[this was mostly written on tuesday evening. it took me a while.] I wouldn’t know how else to write this. To be half-disappointed in myself because I had three drinks with a friend/coworker at our local haunt. But then to know that if I told my friend Dale about my disappointment he would slyly smile … Continue reading You Can Be Here.
I’m into defining my years. Naming them. Calling them out. I’ve had the bad year: circa 2009. Then there were fours years in between that escaped official titling. I was feverishly tornado-ing through life and the west, looking for purpose, creativity, love, adventures, paychecks, and more purpose. I picked Evan up on the way and we kept on … Continue reading let’s make up dances.
We live very close to a locals-favorite hiking hill. Last night, I walked home by aforementioned hill and could not help but giggle at the sounds of two men [boys? unclear.] having way too much fun sledding down the hill. On tubes. It was one of those clear, cold nights where sounds were louder and … Continue reading a moment determined.
If this here blahg is good for one thing, it’s to look back. And looking back is usually a bit embarrassing and demoralizing. Half of these links are broken! Why the hell can’t I listen to this playlist anymore?! You had to be there. When we were there, things were unbroken in so many ways. … Continue reading I know there’s gonna be good times.