My mom moved us from New York to Arizona the summer I turned eleven. When the plane landed, and 105 degrees of hell hit my face, I vowed to leave the state as soon as I was an adult and could make my own life. I left for college at eighteen and lived in Arizona…
We moved to Venice, CA, when we left the desert. On our second day in our new city, I saw a woman on a bike in the middle lane of traffic. She was probably in her sixties. One pant leg rolled to reveal blue and white striped knee socks, her curly gray hair secured in…
I have not listened to music in nearly two years. I’ve listened to the occasional song in the car, the focus-chill playlist with no words, and our family plays a game where we pick a theme and then go around the room so everyone gets to play their musical interpretation of the theme. That’s fun.…
I woke early this morning. I am puppy sitting for my oldest’s new addition, so it was cold blue, silent early. I used to be a night person. Those were the hours everyone was asleep, and I could be with myself, my thoughts. Early morning was never my jam, but I moved in with a…
I just want to stay put and listen to the birds, but I have to go. There are things to do and moving on to get moving. I have always felt my life was a bit hectic. I’m never quite ready. Never that final spray of perfume. I’m more of a jumbled one-shoe-still-off-on-my-way-out-the-door sort of…
I turned ten years old on July 3rd. Well, not really. I started my blog ten years ago. I don’t like numbers. Their restrictions go past high school algebra into the mindset of our culture. Numbers can make us feel falsely badass or tragically small. I guess that alone explains why July 3rd came…
This morning’s hike was a gift. It’s starting to get warmer here in the desert. We are already into the 80s and the 90s are mere days away. It’s the trade off for our wonderful winter. Yucky hot summers. I’ve been anticipating, taking all things that can melt out to my car in preparation. Summer is…
When did socks start having a left and a right? More importantly, why do I feel like it’s wrong to put an R on my left foot and vise versa? It’s the day before Thanksgiving. No, I am not in the holiday spirit, so stop smiling, stop playing Christmas music before it’s even Thanksgiving, and…
I love my Nook. It’s easy to use and colorful. All my little book images are alphabetical. I can search. It’s a wonderful yippee piece of technology, but there are certain books I still buy in hard cover or paperback. I just have to. I’ve been know to read a book on my Nook and…