Aside from the lady crashing her van on account of the spider, the most exciting thing to ever happen on the corner of 3rd and Hwy 82 is the giant hole.
In some way Christmas brings out the anxiety in us all. For kids it’s, “Will it ever come?” and for us adults it’s “Will it ever stop?”
Christmas changes as you get older for obvious and not so obvious reasons. I still make iced sugar cookies and leave out one Bud Light for Santa.
My house has become an IQ test, identifying the dumbest of the dumb.
For me depression is always there. In the quiet and without warning, sometimes the darkness tries to creep back in, and if I’m not prepared, I’ll fall right back down the rabbit hole.
A few years ago, over lunch and a job interview, I met a pet psychic.
Recently a dear friend lost her mother. I sat idly by, hoping that I could help in some way. Then the text came. “Can you make a funeral cake?”
Growing up, I thought my mother was uncultured and uncool. I look back on it all now and I’m sorry I wasn’t more grateful. I think she raised us well.
Given the current climate in Patagonia and beyond I’ve been thinking long and hard about what makes a person a community member. I recently conducted a poll. Using my social media […]
We had many adventures in Lochiel. We wrecked motorcycles, built rafts that sunk in old cow ponds, ate pomegranates the size of softballs and tied old spring mattresses to giant oak trees. We were wild and unsupervised and so damn lucky.