04: back out here.

it feels like I'm back out here. and by "here" I mean my creative space. sometimes it has felt like I'm gone from it. but I'm back. back out here. and lemme tell you, it sounds good… https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5ldPOASIY3SnIcDpsfjwgY?si=dc41c30ee3254ce8 this playlist is a little vibey… starts with some jazz… includes songs from two awesome people I recently interviewed… Continue reading 04: back out here.

03: fractured sunshine in my eyes.

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.

found in a trailer.

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.

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 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.

You Can Be Here.

[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.

oh, so randomly. there you are.

In a new place, a disarming week(end) hits twice as hard. You look to so many things to find a bit of yourself again. And then you find yourself on the floor. Sitting in front of the speakers. Watching/listening to this again: http://www.npr.org/templates/event/embeddedVideo.php?storyId=396379992&mediaId=396382139 And there you are. I love love her voice. I love love… Continue reading oh, so randomly. there you are.

lovely little things.

these days, I have to remind myself to stop and breathe in life. love the little lovely things. like the awesome card from your bff: or the valentine from your dear friends and their BABY… their beautiful, wonderful babe: or remembering to watch your all-time favorite movie near enough to valentine's: I swear I interpret… Continue reading lovely little things.