Sometimes I wonder if I'd be Snow White if I lived in the woods instead of the city… It may be part of the reason I don't like to go camping. My life, my entire life, has been filled with odd and remarkable animal encounters. Most of them not entirely positive. It started at young … Continue reading the bobcat’s tale…
I think the headline says it all. I am deep in the middle of questioning who I am at the very heart of my being. As long as I have known myself certain truths have always been both deeply engrained in who I am and floating right on the surface for all to see. They … Continue reading pea based existential crisis…
When I was little, back in the olden days before the internet, I remember sitting on the rough commercial-grade carpet of the library floor. I was alone in a big aisle of books as my mother looked for something to read in another section. I loved to sit there flipping through the pages of pictures. … Continue reading can you hear me?
Perhaps I should say I won't fight this feeling. I paused. I took a day's worth of breaths. I let the feelings wash over me in waves. Panicked. Numb. Angry. Numb. Mourning. Numb. Disgust. Numb. Understanding. Disgust. Anger. Hurt. Numb. I don't want the numb. I don't want to be calm. I don't want to … Continue reading I can’t fight this feeling…
First I should tell you that this post is not about Avengers: Age of Ultron. There will be no information about the movie. No spoilers. No nothing. I'm not even going to tell you what I think of the movie. Okay fine, maybe I'll tell you if I liked it. Because it's a superhero movie... … Continue reading silence is golden – or – how we didn’t talk about age of ultron for 3 days…
I don't like peas. I really don't like peas. At least that's been the story for the vast majority of my 38 years on this planet. I've been asked more times than I can count where the strange aversion comes from. And I've spun many tales. Some of those are true or at least half-true. … Continue reading pretty peas…
I had a long day of travel on Friday, and at the end of it I was back home in Portland. But being gone for a week means there's still too much to do once you get back to home base. Once my parents picked me up from the airport and we picked up my … Continue reading always listen to your fortune cookie…
Instagram binge posting. It's a real thing. It's a real problem. It's something I've unfollowed people for. You know when you follow hundreds or thousands of folks and suddenly 10 images in a row are all from the same person? Amazing architecture. Awe inspiring nature. Blue skies and puffy clouds. Snowy mountains. Tropical beaches. Cute … Continue reading sorry, not sorry…
As I sat on my living room floor rubbing leather conditioner into my boots the smell of shoe-polish took me back about 30 years. Sitting on the floor of my parents living room floor, next to the fireplace, newspaper spread out in front of me as I polished my dad's dress shoes. Dipping the cloth … Continue reading polish and shine…
"You don't know how lucky you are that you don't have a real job." Excuse me? What? Huh? I never know exactly how to respond to comments like that because, fuck you. I get that the speaker is trying to be nice. Is trying to be complimentary. And is quite often envious of the fact … Continue reading chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the real job
