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.]
#1: Nanette. This comedy special is life-changing. Incredible. It touched me at a deep/raw part of myself and I am so thankful. It's on Netflix. It's wonderful. Grab the tissues. Speaking of Netflix… #2: Queer Eye. I was late to the party, BUT I AM HERE NOW AND ADAMANTLY ON-BOARD. I want my whole family… Continue reading things I believe could truly change the world…
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.
Things have been hard. Other things, yes, but the election and days following have been very hard. A few days after the news, I received a group email from a strong, fired-up woman of a friend. It was addressed to several other strong, fired-up women. The email was titled "What the fuck?" It was asking… Continue reading i need an answer.
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.
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.
I was obsessed with #ALLMYMOVIES. In exactly the way you'd expect of me, I was obsessed—thought it was beautiful/brilliant. I watched it constantly and stared at Shia LaBeouf in a way I have never stared at him… or any celebrity… or maybe any human… I stared at him like the emotional project that it was.… Continue reading to be counted present.
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.
a friend from jackson [and then missoula] visited our new home. we expect her to make the move to bozeman soon. it's just so comfortable having her around. so familiar. and then we listened to a new ratatat song and I missed the KHOL days desperately. oh, the morning scramble. I miss it. how awesome is… Continue reading just like it.
It has been two days since my family left after a beautiful time of celebrating my graduation/birthday. Which means that it has been a little over a week since I finished my master's in media arts. Which means that Evan also finished his semester in Missoula and then made the move to Bozeman. Which means… Continue reading two days of the simple.
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.
I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and paused with comical assurance. 11:30pm: Wool ski socks, short shorts, grey sweatshirt, long necklace, mom's old wool cap, bourbon in hand. I chuckle and think, How did I get here? With a quick mental recap, I conclude that this day said so much about… Continue reading enjoyable and invigorating.
We ended up at Renova Hot Springs this morning on our way home from our most successful spontaneous trip to Bozeman. It was early-ish. We had the whole place to ourselves. It was insanely windy. The setting was the peaceful invigoration you wish for for your soul. Then we drove home and I played this… Continue reading peaceful invigoration.
I've been thinking about this blahg and how it's funny that I'll just wait and then spill all of this stuff on you… on the internet… on record… so much just comes out and it leaves everyone involved bewildered. But that's how my life is now. I'll meet a friend for quick coffee and in… Continue reading really looking at ourselves.
Class was cancelled this morning. After I was already sitting at the coffee shop, flustering to get all the scripts together that I need to read and making note of the loose ends I need to tie up, my three-hour class was cancelled and I have a couple hours to myself at this escape. So… Continue reading Step 1: Be Unrealistic.
There is not a break in life. I find myself saying yes to everything and wanting more. I find myself working hard and still wanting to create at the end of the day. I love this. I get this from my father. He would work all day at the post office then come home, put… Continue reading I am one and the same, I am useful and strange.
Things have been absolutely insane/awesome lately. I hate being too busy to have dancing dinners with Evan, call my mom to just talk, hug my friends after laughing about nothings, and go running/climbing/hiking/do anything that resembles exercise.BUT things in the rest of life have been so rewarding.I recently won a writing contest! Well, I got… Continue reading the alive work.
Tonight felt so much like what this used to feel like. Evan is gone. Backpacking. And this feels alone like I used to be. Alone. Staying up late, working on projects, drinking wine, listening to this: This whole album. And flipping through an old friend of a book, trying to help a commenter who got… Continue reading frictioning geometry.