I don’t know about you, but I’m in a season of life right now that is WORK. Work at work, work at schoolwork, work at schedule, WORK. And some days take all the guts I’ve got in me. Today was super-full, and capped off with hosting the office Christmas party, and for this high-functioning introvert,… Continue reading The List
This goes out to anyone who’s ever read my stuff on Facebook, who’s enjoyed my wry humor, who likes to interact on this wide jungle gym we call social media. I write this, tongue firmly in cheek, because I have a burning desire to lay groundwork in a completely irrelevant medium, to people who may or… Continue reading Here’s the deal
I’ve been busy, writing words and words and words and words. Graduate school is comprised of reading and writing and writing and writing. Therefore, the flow of words has been diverted elsewhere. Never fear, I still think of y’all. There’s been a loss in my family this week, which might be the reason I’m here… Continue reading Where have all the words gone?
“Listen to this song baby girl. Listen to the words . . . but also listen to the music. Do you hear that? Honey: if the space around you became visible to you- if you could suddenly SEE the air surrounding you- it would look like that music sounds. The space around you is not… Continue reading Excerpt from “Only Words and Music and Angels”
It came today. The List. The List from the school teachers. Their list, with their expectation and needs and supplies and papers and crayons and… wait, is that? What can it be? The sweet smell of kids-back-in-school? Bless it. The List heralds the end of the summer, the light at the end of the mom-I’m-bored… Continue reading The List
As you can probably guess, I’ve spent a LOT of times on planes recently, and as such, have been developing my own set of rules for the process. 1: Comfortable shoes are of tantamount importance. 2: Every person has their own value matrix for checked baggage costs vs. carry-on hassle. Mine weighs to the less… Continue reading My traveling manifesto
Of the last 90 days, I have spent roughly 57 of them in this fair city, and an additional 5 in Juneau. Alaska has been the word of the summer. This has been no vacation, far from it. The work has been heavy, but good, and the light begins to shine in the distance. As… Continue reading An open letter to Anchorage