Magnetic Forces, Manholes, and The Crusty Kitchen

Intentionally slow. Coffee, the corner store, Jennie’s breakfast scramble deliciousness, luggage by the door. Cats perched on top – convinced they’re going too – purrs echoing the halls. My bike decided it didn’t want to ride today anyway so it went ahead and got a flat tire doing nothing. Maybe it’s getting old. Like me. These days I can hurt myself sleeping too. Did we forget anything? Did we change the sheets in the guest Read more…

Human Power, Superstars, and the Throat-Punch of Winter

The snow pounds the windshield, then suddenly drifts away. The wet road left behind. It came again and again. Flirting with me. Coy. Worn out rusty chains on trucks, flat on one side from years of being squashed under heavy loads. Rattle rattle rattle, they say. It takes three forevers to get over the mountain and toward Santa Cruz and we can’t find a Starbucks which is the weirdest thing in the world and it’s Read more…

Down Blankets, Feathery Baseballs, and The Commute

I fluffed the down blanket and stretched my feet out. And Disappeared. Couldn’t even tell I was around. If the bad guys came, I’d just hide right there in plain sight. Right in my bed with my little feet stretched out. The snow is finally on the ground and all the ants went downstairs and the winds turn the neighborhood hawk into a toy and he almost slams into the living room window. A feathery Read more…

Peanut Butter and Incense

I’m cooking a lot. Extraordinarily a lot for me. There are some gigantic fails where we laugh and choke it down by adding fresh bananas on top and try to eat one slice of banana with every bite of gluey-gritty-gruel. He tells me I’m cheating by eating banana bites in between but ‘at least it’s healthy’ and besides, there’s no more time to make something else before he leaves for work. But I have an Read more…

Haircuts and Salsa and New Purple Clothes

The trees were planted yesterday, all excited to explode with growth come Spring. Now when you’re camping, you sleep under the camper shell in the back of the truck instead of setting up your tent. And you invite everyone’s dogs to sleep in there with you and you don’t have a whole lot of room but it doesn’t matter…because what’s better than sleeping in a truck with a bunch of dogs to keep you warm? Read more…

The Three-Month-And-One-Day-Mark

And we would average, what, ten miles a day? She asks. Yeah it looks like it. The river is almost 2,400 miles, she says. Maybe we could do half instead. I don’t know what that means, I Think. “I don’t know what that means,” I Say. It will take 8 months then, she says. Three months is better. I don’t know how to do less than all of it, I say. I don’t know how Read more…

Soul Cities and Ancestor-Water-Particles

If Heaven is in the sky, then maybe clouds are cities of souls. Soul-Cloud-New-York. Cloud-Reno. Cloud-Tiny-Little-Town-In-the-Plains-Somewhere. And then when it rains, each drop of water is a soul leaving the city to visit loved ones. When they’re done hanging out and checking on us, they evaporate back up to Heaven. Maybe souls move through us, around us, in us. Humans are mostly water anyway, so maybe we’re just full of our ancestors. Maybe when we’re Read more…

Romantic Notions and Jackalopes and the Hunt for Trees

I don’t really know what I don’t know. That seems to be the problem. ‘Trial and Error’, they say. More like, ‘Think-it’s-perfect-97-times before you find out you missed the boat entirely. All 97 times’. And maybe you’re an idiot but you don’t really think that could possibly be true. Is that the same thing as Trial and Error? How do you know when the Trial part is over? I don’t know. See? I bought a Read more…

Ninjas and Ball Gowns and Fiji

I dream a lot. I dream of swimming with talking piranhas who don’t feel like I’m a good enough snack to even bother. Then I get hauled into a boat by a net and I wonder if I am really a trout. I dream of pulling tapeworms out of a hole in my left nipple. I dream of shopping at Walmart in a beautiful ball gown with a huge emerald necklace. I guess that seats Read more…

Fairy Potions and Kangaroos

Fall moves south 200 miles per day, they say. Zippity-zip. This year I guess it decided to move a thousand miles a day and it’s already in Mexico because it snowed on the mountain last night and I don’t know if I can handle seven full months of winter. ‘I’m sure it’s an Indian Summer’, he says. ‘It was 70 degrees in January a few years ago’, I volunteer. ‘That’s not an Indian Summer by Read more…

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