I should have been an interior designer. Not the designer for the rich and famous, but for poor, overwhelmed hoarders. I find joy in taking mountains of clutter and turning them into mole hills. I recently had a video call with a vet who looked like an MMA fighter. Did I choose him because heContinue reading “Sledgehammer”
Category Archives: Writings
Beam Me Up Scotty
All kinds of shenanigans are taking place now that the sun’s gone down. From our pet duck peeping in on us from the skylight above while we’re burshing our teeth to my finally laying down to type after putting Evelyn to bed then hearing, “Mom! I’m mad at you.” Turns out I wheeled her shoppingContinue reading “Beam Me Up Scotty”
The Fullest Of Days
I packed so many adventures into one day! A 6:30am wake up to pick up my best gal pal Kristen, and we were off to the Twin Falls Trailhead to hike just outside of North Bend. “A flat trail” is what she said, but that was not true. Which was a nice check-in to showContinue reading “The Fullest Of Days”
Funmobile USA
A boat pulls a teenage girl behind it on what looks like a surf board; it’s about 75 degrees, and the music being played is something I recognize. “Cause we only got one night, double your pleasure, double your fun, it’s going to be me, you and the dance floor.” It’s a laid-back, summer day,Continue reading “Funmobile USA”
I’m Better Than You
My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, snapping together as quickly as a Rubik’s Cube champion. I’m filling in dents and dings with plaster; painting over them doesn’t make it perfect, but it’s something. Our beliefs are just an amalgamation of everything around us. But they are not us. My beliefs are not me. They’reContinue reading “I’m Better Than You”
Just Another Day
Things work out more often than not, and I’m pretty certain it’s not just by chance. I’ve made a lot of calculated moves and choices, from my job to relationships, to how I spend my time, and for anyone to perceive it – me included – as a string of good luck would be mistaken.Continue reading “Just Another Day”
Everything’s Just Duckie
In the same way people arrive on my office couch and I may judge their mental health as pretty shitty, I can imagine a nutritionist or personal trainer looking at me on day one with a disapproving tsk, tsk, tsk. I’m aware of this! Yet, I don’t do much about it. I indulge a littleContinue reading “Everything’s Just Duckie”
Shiver Me Timbers
Just a hermit crab on a rocky bottom, unfazed by a jet flying by. My senses are dull, as is my significance. I yearn to ride a rainbow as my steed. Yet, my dreams shatter like fragile bubbles, and the screen fades to black. I hesitate, blinking and waiting, unwilling to make the first move.Continue reading “Shiver Me Timbers”
The Trapeze Artist
I’m working on paying close attention to moments when I find myself getting distracted, checking out, or feeling off. Now, let me try to explain what I do next. It’s like a combo move where I acknowledge the feeling, calm myself down, and attune to what’s happening around me. Every now and then, I likeContinue reading “The Trapeze Artist”
My Ageless Friend
You’re the kind of person I wish that’d never age. Forever we’d meet on that worn ol’ bench, me with my iced chai and you with your coffee, black. The likes of us they’d never seen, and for that we’d press our shoulders back with chins slightly up. It’d be you, me, and the sun.Continue reading “My Ageless Friend”
Going On 40 