This is a post/story that I feel like would need a trigger warning? I'm not sure how those work, how this works, how any of this goes. But I do want to share this and if you are sensitive to scary things involving children, I would stay away from here. (I say this knowing that… Continue reading c’mon, baby.
My parents tell this story of a five-year-old me. I had been taking tap dance lessons fervently week after week. Our big dance recital was the day after a big roadtrip vacation, so my parents basically drove through the night so I could make the curtain call. The recital started by calling each child’s name… Continue reading a birth story for mother’s day.
"July Today" is a self-imposed photography project started in July 2014. I had just gotten my first legit DSLR camera. And I wanted to practice shooting in a more high-stakes way. Something with deadlines. My art director at my job was teaching me about photo editing. He said, to check the levels in the photograph,… Continue reading July Today, August Away, September Now.
Evan and I celebrated four years of marriage last week. It feels like more to me, but only in the best way. Only in the familiar—family—it-feels-like-we've-been-through-decades-of-life-together way. On Wednesday, August 14th (our actual wedding anniversary), The Rolling Stones were playing in Seattle. My incredible cousin took this event and made it a family affair by… Continue reading a rockstar-esque anniversary. [and a surprisingly easy story to tell.]
Last night, I went to Gasworks Park and watched the lunar eclipse. With the magical moon above and hundreds of Seattleites milling and huddling about, I thought a lot about today. And about this past yer. January 21st. Today. Six years since my bad ski accident. The less I write about personal stuff out loud—the… Continue reading SIX.
January 7, 2009 didn't exist for me. A decade ago, I was on a plane to Sydney, Australia. When you're running away from a lot of things, you choose the farthest place you can swing. I left on January 6th and when I arrived in Sydney, it was January 8th. This girl was bopping around… Continue reading the day that didn’t exist.
#1: Nanette. This comedy special is life-changing. Incredible. It touched me at a deep/raw part of myself and I am so thankful. It's on Netflix. It's wonderful. Grab the tissues. Speaking of Netflix… #2: Queer Eye. I was late to the party, BUT I AM HERE NOW AND ADAMANTLY ON-BOARD. I want my whole family… Continue reading things I believe could truly change the world…
I fell in love with radio and then it faded. Not the signal. That did not fade. The passionate love did. That beginning love. Run around a new city at night hand-in-hand smiling and laughing and kissing love. It ran hard then got tired. Faded. Leaning over, hands on my knees, catching my breath, tired.… Continue reading I remember loving you now.
It has been five years since my ski accident. My new new year. Where the newness of the year starts for me. My beginning. My years. Defined at the end of January 21st. As a woman who is all about reflection, I can't help but defining these years. 2013: The Year of Survival. 2014: The… Continue reading FIVE.
I think we're all doing all of this for those times in life where everything clicks. Things feel right. There's excitement. And growing. And laughing. And margaritas. And stars. And art. And joy. And creating. And these clicks don't happen often—making them all the more moving. A click that snaps and shifts everything inside quickly… Continue reading you’re a free girl now.
When Evan finished his first semester of—official—nursing school, I did a little celebratory dance for the occasion. And—of course—I watched the video over and over, because I'm addicted to that laugh. The beginning of this journey feels like so. long. ago. Because it's been a really long journey—this whole Evan-in-Nursing-School thing. He has worked nights… Continue reading my favorite laugh.
There's a lot of What am I doing here? happening lately in my life. I sit down at my desk at work each morning and it's one of two types of What am I doing here? It's either the, Alright. What am I doing here? where I scramble to figure out how to juggle my… Continue reading findings.
Things have been hard. Other things, yes, but the election and days following have been very hard. A few days after the news, I received a group email from a strong, fired-up woman of a friend. It was addressed to several other strong, fired-up women. The email was titled "What the fuck?" It was asking… Continue reading i need an answer.
One Year. 366 Days. One year ago from Sunday, Evan and I set out on a great adventure—marriage. But we decided to make the actual day an adventure, as well, so we set out on bikes from Jackson, Wyoming to String Lake in Grand Teton National Park [28 miles], waited out the rain, vowed to… Continue reading a nearly grand anniversary.
During a welcome beat of my new-found stride, I went on a hike with some badass ladies tonight. We hike fast up the "M" in Bozeman. It's like the "M" in Missoula… same same, but different. Montanans love putting letters on mountains. Afterwards, we hung out on a bench and talked and watched in horror… Continue reading I accept.
The weeks have been bright. There was pulling off the surprise for the best party for my best friend with her best friends: Then there was a perfect Missoula trip for work: One of the nights in Missoula, I ended a wine/inspiration/gossip-fueled dinner at one of my favorite restaurants with a colleague and decided I… Continue reading brightness. back with me.
I read (heard?) somewhere recently that couples who don't post gushing stories/photos of their significant others are way more successful in love… actually a lot happier. Well… we're screwed. Last night, I put up a new profile picture on Facebook. The fact that I wrote that last sentence down kind of hurts my heart in… Continue reading uh-oh.
[this was mostly written on tuesday evening. it took me a while.] I wouldn't know how else to write this. To be half-disappointed in myself because I had three drinks with a friend/coworker at our local haunt. But then to know that if I told my friend Dale about my disappointment he would slyly smile… Continue reading You Can Be Here.
I'm into defining my years. Naming them. Calling them out. I've had the bad year: circa 2009. Then there were fours years in between that escaped official titling. I was feverishly tornado-ing through life and the west, looking for purpose, creativity, love, adventures, paychecks, and more purpose. I picked Evan up on the way and we kept on… Continue reading let’s make up dances.
I was obsessed with #ALLMYMOVIES. In exactly the way you'd expect of me, I was obsessed—thought it was beautiful/brilliant. I watched it constantly and stared at Shia LaBeouf in a way I have never stared at him… or any celebrity… or maybe any human… I stared at him like the emotional project that it was.… Continue reading to be counted present.
wull hay. 