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Field notes: road trip

Field notes: road trip

Last weekend, I road-tripped with Ben. We set up a tent the first evening, after driving through South Carolina, and North Carolina, then along the Blue Ridge Parkway for an hour or two. We made a run to town for firewood and provisions, including impulsively purchased fresh peaches, then back at our campsite, we stuffed ourselves […]

For Orlando, my heart

For Orlando, my heart

I got up this morning to make bread and water the plants. I retrieved the dough from the refrigerator, shaping it onto a peel with flour and salt, numbly. I filled the watering can six or seven times, watching the water swirl and puddle around the planter boxes. Then I sat on the couch with […]

I’m addicted to 30 day challenges

I’m addicted to 30 day challenges

Yesterday was Sept. 30, which means yesterday was technically the last day of my post-a-day challenge. For those of you who haven’t followed from the beginning, I made a public promise back in August that I would publish at least one blog post a day for the duration of September. Well, I did it. Pretty […]

Everything’s amazing and nobody’s happy*

Everything’s amazing and nobody’s happy*

Today work was slow. My boss, who normally sits directly behind me, was in meetings all morning, and my immediate jobs were finished. It was a rare thing, but I had the time to browse through Facebook as much as I wanted most of the day. There have been moments in my life that doing this […]

Learning how to see the world

Learning how to see the world

I picked up the habit of watching from my dad. I remember being somewhere around the age of ten or eleven. My dad had just picked me up from school and we were driving home in his work truck. At one point he leaned towards the wheel, looking up at the sky, and said, “Hey […]

Mushroom thoughts

Mushroom thoughts

I’ve started a lot of sentences lately with “My brain feels like…” And today my brain feels like mush. Or maybe more like a mushroom. It feels spongy and delicate and stringy.  I’m realizing it usually feels like this on weekday evenings. My job sucks all the texture of my brain into hidden, fibrous pockets […]