01: a coolness coming.

this space has been calling me back. an intentional space where I can be creative without algorithm or supervision. climbing out of the past 16 months is a little brighter than I thought it would be. so good in a lot of ways, but a little blinding in others. I have completely hunkered down with…

new chapter? hell, a whole new book.

Before we Instagrammed, we texted a ton. Before that, we blogged. And before that, we wrote in our journals. My notebooks admittedly started as prayer—or "quiet time"—journals. It's so interesting to see what I prayed for. What I asked for. How I talked about God and myself. Then they quickly moved to wine-fueled scramblings about…

July Today, August Away, September Now.

"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,…

found in a trailer.

I am only doing contract work now. That means more radio, more stories, less office time. No more the Creative Director at a marketing agency. (Though I am still doing work for them.) This has been a scary—yet welcome—change. A new chapter. One I've been writing for basically 15 years now. To stop from ruminating…

a rockstar-esque anniversary. [and a surprisingly easy story to tell.]

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…

things I believe could truly change the world…

#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…

my favorite laugh.

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…

i need an answer.

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…

checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.

Tonight, I had my first writing class of a series. We did some free writing. Get a prompt. Write for five minutes. Share. The third prompt was "I remember…" For unclear reasons lately, I've been thinking about mailboxes. What they mean for homes. What they mean for love. What they mean for communication. And in…

let’s make up dances.

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…

to be counted present.

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.…

I know there’s gonna be good times.

If this here blahg is good for one thing, it's to look back. And looking back is usually a bit embarrassing and demoralizing. Half of these links are broken! Why the hell can't I listen to this playlist anymore?! You had to be there. When we were there, things were unbroken in so many ways.…

just like it.

a friend from jackson [and then missoula] visited our new home. we expect her to make the move to bozeman soon. it's just so comfortable having her around. so familiar. and then we listened to a new ratatat song and I missed the KHOL days desperately. oh, the morning scramble. I miss it. how awesome is…

two days of the simple.

It has been two days since my family left after a beautiful time of celebrating my graduation/birthday. Which means that it has been a little over a week since I finished my master's in media arts. Which means that Evan also finished his semester in Missoula and then made the move to Bozeman. Which means…

oh, so randomly. there you are.

In a new place, a disarming week(end) hits twice as hard. You look to so many things to find a bit of yourself again. And then you find yourself on the floor. Sitting in front of the speakers. Watching/listening to this again: http://www.npr.org/templates/event/embeddedVideo.php?storyId=396379992&mediaId=396382139 And there you are. I love love her voice. I love love…

enjoyable and invigorating.

I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and paused with comical assurance. 11:30pm: Wool ski socks, short shorts, grey sweatshirt, long necklace, mom's old wool cap, bourbon in hand. I chuckle and think, How did I get here? With a quick mental recap, I conclude that this day said so much about…

peaceful invigoration.

We ended up at Renova Hot Springs this morning on our way home from our most successful spontaneous trip to Bozeman. It was early-ish. We had the whole place to ourselves. It was insanely windy. The setting was the peaceful invigoration you wish for for your soul. Then we drove home and I played this…

really looking at ourselves.

I've been thinking about this blahg and how it's funny that I'll just wait and then spill all of this stuff on you… on the internet… on record… so much just comes out and it leaves everyone involved bewildered. But that's how my life is now. I'll meet a friend for quick coffee and in…

Step 1: Be Unrealistic.

Class was cancelled this morning. After I was already sitting at the coffee shop, flustering to get all the scripts together that I need to read and making note of the loose ends I need to tie up, my three-hour class was cancelled and I have a couple hours to myself at this escape. So…

I am one and the same, I am useful and strange.

There is not a break in life. I find myself saying yes to everything and wanting more. I find myself working hard and still wanting to create at the end of the day. I love this. I get this from my father. He would work all day at the post office then come home, put…