Part 1 (2016): That moment when you’re exhausted—on your 17 hour workdays stretching out for weeks—but must run in to buy your catholes their Soulistic at Petco in Sugar House and they open a new register with “I can help the next customer in line over here on 3” and even though you are that… Read More Abstracted clarity
And I’m walking Kora in downtown Salt Lake City, close to the big temple. It’s the last two days I’m sitting for her family because they’re moving to Park City so I am feeling that—saying goodbye to Kora as well as Twix and Breezy—and confronting the dynamic nature of life and the beauty inherent in… Read More Many different leaves
The moment you realize your once-dark hair kinda seems like it’s starting to say “fuck it.” Come on, guys. Keep it together. Not now.
Cheeky had a little catnip before playtime and the last face she makes here titled this video “That Friday night moment when your head flings back with rage and you scream at the couch, ‘Bitch, you did not just do that!’” I think we’ve all been there.
Last night at the theater watching Mamma Mia again, my youngest, Livy, reached over the seat in a poignant part to grab my hand and in the dark I looked to her and her mouth moved in words of gratitude, telling me that, as a mother, I’d always been there for her. And as the… Read More Rainbows
Things to be grateful for today: That my puffy eyes from allergies haven’t totally sealed themselves shut. I have the gift of sight. That I caught the drip of watery-snot before it hit my mouth when I bent over to retrieve my sunglasses from the street. That I didn’t step on said sunglasses and kill… Read More Making space (for pollen and grifters)
 The first coat I “stole” this year: black, enormous, hideous, belonged to James; acquired when he mistakenly included it in the three bags of the girls’ dirty laundry he dropped off into my entryway last December; naturally I kept it, and wore it right in front of him several times, because piss off, douche:… Read More Stolen coats