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.
My rule is don’t seek out used merchandise online and you don’t get dead, simple enough. Recently I broke my own rule and decided to inquire about a dog…
One day you are young and in love and the next thing you know you are middle aged people whose love affair has evolved into an unbreakable friendship.
How can the new pot shops succeed when all the undercover smokers would rather die than let the neighbors know they enjoy funny brownies?
I respectfully withdraw my admiration for fitness and my determination to build muscle. The people that do this for fun are insane.