"When I win the lottery Gonna buy all the girls on my block Color TV and a bottle of French perfume When I win the lottery Gonna donate half my money to the city So they have to name a street or a school or a park after me When I win the lottery" -Lyrics... Continue Reading →
Shelter. The first order of business in preparing for the upcoming adventures is to find a tent. One that comfortably sleeps two people, keeps us cozy and dry, and won't weigh us down. It's a precarious balancing act. I can't spend a huge amount on a tent because I need to buy pretty much everything, but... Continue Reading →
I love to tell people that when Erin and I met, I was twice her age. Erin was twenty-one and I trust you to do the math. That was eight years ago: I’ll always be twenty-one years older, but I’ll never be twice her age again. Maybe I like to tell people as an excuse... Continue Reading →
It’s a rainy morning in Southern California and the garage door is wide open revealing a woman busy at work. There aren’t any cars in this garage – instead it is neatly packed from floor to ceiling with ceramics, paints, tables, shelves, a kiln, and the home-based business “Seaside Vibes Pottery.” As the rain pours... Continue Reading →
On our backs Looking up at the stars You feel overwhelmed Space does that to you "I feel so small." "You're big to me." "I'm a speck. I'm less than a speck." I want to reassure you As gravity holds us to a precious planet The perfect distance from the sun ... Continue Reading →
Do you read fiction? (God, I hope if you're reading this the answer is a big fat YES!) When trying to describe what genre I read, I usually say, "Good fiction." I know. Pretty ambiguous. Thankfully I recently read an article where the author gave a friction break down that really explained it well: Commercial... Continue Reading →
Sometimes when I am driving around in the car with my son, I like to tune into a classic rock station and give him lessons on the history of Rock-n-Roll. I tell him it is important that he is able to recognize certain bands and that he understand their unique contribution to the evolution of... Continue Reading →
My very favorite song to hear when I am trail running is a Bluegrass number called "Carry Me Across the Mountain." I won't bore you with all the lyrics, but the premise is that the baby is sick and the doctor lives on the other side of the mountain. The guy singing needs to... Continue Reading →
This morning, as I walked out to my car at 6:30 a.m., I noticed a clean sheet of paper on the ground with the heading, "My Life Ends!!!!!" followed by closely packed font I could not make out in the predawn light. I took a few steps past the litter, then stopped and went back... Continue Reading →
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