catch-all storytelling.
It has been five years since my ski accident. My new new year. Where the newness of the year starts for me. My beginning. My years. Defined at the end of January 21st. As a woman who is all about reflection, I can’t help but defining these years. 2013: The Year of Survival. 2014: The … Continue reading FIVE.
I think we’re all doing all of this for those times in life where everything clicks. Things feel right. There’s excitement. And growing. And laughing. And margaritas. And stars. And art. And joy. And creating. And these clicks don’t happen often—making them all the more moving. A click that snaps and shifts everything inside quickly … Continue reading you’re a free girl now.
This Fall. This year. It does feel like falling. Or jumping. Or closing. Or opening. This weekend, I went with Evan to our plot in the community garden—a last-ditch effort for half-assed farmers. We harvested. It was a mess. A muddy, sad, overgrown, viney mess… with much to harvest, but another much to grieve. As … Continue reading then we fall.
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.
• This episode of This American Life: But—moreso—the in-credible photos of Ira Glass as a child magician… • The new Arcade Fire songs, but mostly this one… Some of the lyrics are a little too real, but I’ll let it slide… “God, make me famous… If you can’t, just make it painless.” “It goes on … Continue reading things that gave me life this week…
There’s a lot of What am I doing here? happening lately in my life. I sit down at my desk at work each morning and it’s one of two types of What am I doing here? It’s either the, Alright. What am I doing here? where I scramble to figure out how to juggle my … Continue reading findings.
[I started this blahg post four days ago. I truly thought I would start and finish it four days ago, but here we are. this first part was written four days ago. then—now—we are four days, four years later.] What a day. Today, is the four year anniversary of my tragic ski accident. It feels … Continue reading FOUR.
