Fiction, Essay, Photography … Sometimes Vampires
After all my adventures and misadventures, I had still never been able to say: All my stuff is in storage and I am living in a state park. This month, that changed. In the Kingkiller Chronicle series by Patrick Rothfuss, students of magic sometimes take a gap year of sorts, to go out and learn… Continue reading Chasing the Wind
Sometimes. And I know this is a luxury. (It shouldn't have to be!) But there is joy and healing found in losing two hours to cross-stitch, without looking at a phone or a clock. In the vintage radio and computer museum, when suddenly you're hungry and your knees ache from standing and you realize three… Continue reading It is essential to lose track of time.
This is a post all about trash, but I hope you see that it’s also about much more. All photos in this post are pictures of debris I picked up off the coast of Island Beach State Park in NJ, after only about two hours of cleanup. (Because I am not so keen on housing… Continue reading TRASH. (And please don’t buy that thing!)
My life is about to change in leaps and bounds--but I can't make any announcement yet. Soon. (I hope!) What I can do is stitch. And learn. And clean off my deck so I can sit in the sunshine. I can watch projects unfold--over weeks and months, little by little. I learned felting I am… Continue reading Progress
I think I figured out why April is National Poetry Month: in April, all the trees bloom suddenly, and every year I am surprised. I give up, assume it will always stay winter, and then when I least expect it the world explodes with color. And pollen. I'm so dizzy with pollen or zonked by… Continue reading Shades of Whitman: Philadelphia, PA
I had never been to Portland, OR! What a gorgeous place. I see why it's called the City of Roses. Enjoyed Mt. Tabor park immensely. I didn't get enough in five days, I can tell you that. But I can recommend Ground Kontrol, Bollywood Theater (restaurant), Rogue Brewery and Taqueria Los Gorditos. What a literary… Continue reading The Dream of the 90s is Alive in Portland
95% of the time, I am creeped out by Google Timeline.But then there's that 5%, when I can see that on my first day in Portland I walked nine miles without realizing it.And when I see my Amtrak trip represented like this: That train ride is a huge check off my bucket list. Here is… Continue reading Coast Starlight
