I saw salmon spawn for the first time on a Sunday, after a running race in Carkeek Park. I wrote about salmon spawning and the love of a mother on a Thursday morning. That Friday afternoon, The New York Time's Modern Love editor wrote me back saying he would like to publish my article. We… Continue reading I can’t stop thinking about salmon…
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03: Mr. Marfa Shuffle
This episode has been on iTunes and the like for weeks, but I want to make sure I keep up on this here blahg. I hope you're listening along to the Wull Hay Podcasts! If you have any feedback, you probably know where to reach me. This episode is a vignette of Marfa, Texas and… Continue reading 03: Mr. Marfa Shuffle
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… 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.
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… Continue reading let’s make up dances.
Tonight felt so much like what this used to feel like. Evan is gone. Backpacking. And this feels alone like I used to be. Alone. Staying up late, working on projects, drinking wine, listening to this: This whole album. And flipping through an old friend of a book, trying to help a commenter who got… Continue reading frictioning geometry.
real life flourished.
I can't let 2012 slip into the memories without genuinely declaring it the best year yet. The blahg took a hit, I know I didn't give you much here, but real life flourished. I got to… • ski in Missoula with friends old and new. • celebrate my amazing manfriend with many Missoula friends at… Continue reading real life flourished.
top eleven of twenty11.
[happy new year's eve, y'all.] Oh, 2011... What a crazy year you've been. In looking for the music I listened to most this year, I perused the whole last year of this here blahg and at one point had to say aloud to myself, "It was a damn good year!" And with the newness and… Continue reading top eleven of twenty11.
i was from portland.
I ran a half marathon yesterday. It went much better than the half marathon I ran two weeks ago... But don't worry... they took care of me oh so well... Anywho, yesterday's was harder than the one before. Don't know why. But later in the day, driving back from a pot luck in Wilson, I… Continue reading i was from portland.
for so long.
Yes, yes... What you've read in all the gossip mags is true: I've bought the domain "www.wullhay.com". Professional, right? Yes, I've officially spent money on a non-profiting website... outlet... a blahg, if you will. ...and I'm psyched. It's a very symbolic [i don't think this is right but i'll roll with it] part of my… Continue reading for so long.