I try not to make a habit of wanting things, especially the desire-in-my-loins-can’t-sleep-until-I-have-it kind of want. Because wanting something THAT bad creates the possibility of profound disappointment, and like most humans, I’m averse to
Growing up, my dad liked ferreting out individuals who routinely made decisions that resulted in terrible consequences. Like when a co-worker started dating a man who had “unfairly been sent to prison” or when the neighbor guy invested his savings in Amway. “Sure, they’re book smart, but they don’t have
DO NOT do any of these if blogging is important to you!
Ok, truth: this is really a list of five stupid things that have kept ME from blogging for the past month…
1. I got in a fight. Not like punching or anything. My mom and I drove to Idaho with
Driving home last night from an impromptu going-away party for our friends’ Australian exchange student, my daughter and I spotted a male elk towering alongside the road.
Without thinking, I pumped the brakes and stopped the car right in front of him. The elk’s breath made
The first time I went to NYC and told people I was from Alaska, they asked if I lived in an igloo. Unfortunately, no. I didn’t grow up in a house made of ice. That would’ve been way more exciting than our unremarkable middle-class house on Alaska’s Kenai Peninsula.
Aside the from
About an hour drive from Burlington is the tiny town of Johnson, Vermont. Notable features include a wool store, Lovin’ Cup Cafe, a syrup store, a college, and the Vermont Studio Center (VSC). If you’re a writer or artist interested in doing a residency,
So it’s my last day at the Vermont Studio Center in Johnson, Vermont, and I’m already sad. And sappy.
I’ve met the most amazing artists from all over the world, and I hate leaving them.
Did I get a ton of writing done, not really. But, oh! What an experience.
I met Ron
Summer, my thirties, the pears I canned last year…so many cool things on the verge of being gone forever.
Stupid finite human reality. I hate it.
Now I have regrets…like I should have blogged during August (I’m a slacker). Should’ve made more of myself during the decade of my thirties. I should have savored
I know what the Bean is now. The Sears Tower is the tallest building in North America and has, I found out, been called the Willis Tower since 2009.