I am sitting here for one last silent Sunday of the year at my favorite bar. I sit here as many Sundays as I can, at the table in the corner by the window (and the outlet) and drink 1 or 2 or 3 grapefruit mimosas and I write. Sometimes other people join me in… Continue reading at some point, ice has to melt.
I am sitting in my favorite bar, as it becomes increasingly more crowded than normal on a Sunday early evening. Most are in pairs, or groups. I’m the sole solitary human, sitting at my favorite table tucked in the corner. My back is against the window and I am directly next to an outlet and… Continue reading 2016.2017.2018. Let’s just be who we are.
I’ve been in Bellingham for two years this weekend. That’s insane. I kind of can’t even fathom it. That I’ve been here for two years with all the ups and downs and tantrums (by myself and by toddlers). I’ve learned more here then I can articulate. The main thing being, I am very, very glad… Continue reading You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
About two months ago I had this outlandish idea. For my birthday, all I wanted to do was construct a big table, cook a bunch of food and combine all of my Bellingham friend groups. Combining friend groups is tricky. Mixing and mingling between multiple groups of humans where, for the most part, you’re the… Continue reading But first, celebrate.
I can tell you the month and the year (if not the date) of every tragic, hard thing that has happened in my life. I can tell you where I was, what I was doing. I can tell you the emotion I felt prior to the other shoe dropping. I think that’s sad. It is… Continue reading Bookmark the positive
Here goes nothing. I just went back and read my words prior to 2016. And the final line of that blog was “here’s to a new year with space for all the things.” I just wrote four or five lines on how this statement wasn’t true. But I deleted them because I realized that this… Continue reading 2016: the last word pt2
We’ve reached the point in the end of the world/natural disaster/plane crash on a deserted island movie where the survivors are about to see the sunlight for the first time. They are bracing themselves. They know that the outside is still there because they can hear the wind and see scattered light in the midst… Continue reading Not the last word pt1