[I’m a pet sitter in Salt Lake City, and Kora is a malamute/chow/samoyed I’m tending]. The pic is of… Read more Kora and the porch
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Come see me, Sophie
[I’m a pet sitter and the above picture is Sophie–a Siberian Husky I’ve cared for many times–who took a turn… Read more Come see me, Sophie
Tiny Dancer
[734 words; 2 min 34 sec; heartbreak, neighbors, vulnerability].
And even in the dark, I knew I was cutting it too short.
But the late hour and the music from my headphones were mixing forcefully in my head with the words she had spoken so back and forth, back and forth, I cut the grass, leaving
Closure
[865 words; 3 min 9 sec]
And it was a time of great vulnerability. But I didn’t know it then.
Because at age 20, away at college, and in love with the future, I couldn’t see anything but sex and hope and an unwavering commitment to fervor and reverie.
A Gift of Dark Days
[703 words; 2 min 34 sec]
I’ve never cried so hard as that day in 2007 when James drove his moving truck down the street.
He was moving from Salt Lake to live with his office assistant/girlfriend and her son 2000 miles away, just weeks after we told the girls we were divorcing, a divorce which blindsided me, James and Sarah probably beginning their relationship that summer we
One Single Yesterday
[706 words; 3 min. 31 sec; Janis Joplin, nonconformity, changing the world with your story]
Sometimes I think it happens that Time becomes a weird entity, mashing together events of totally different origins and reconvening them as if they were occurring together, right then, into a singular story, clear in connection, real and provable. Maybe it’s a Tune in,
Messy lives and miracles on my birthday
When my mom turned 40, she had an epic meltdown in the upstairs bathroom of our geodesic dome house on… Read more Messy lives and miracles on my birthday
Contrast
[521 words, 2 min 36 sec; 9/11]
Fifteen years ago to the day, my ex and I were in Reno. We’d driven the 8 hours with our then-2 year and 10 month old daughters, Julia and Livy, to combine James’ business trip with a visit with my mom, who’d driven from California to meet us. Courtesy of my
An afternoon in which I live out our precarious balance
[802 words; 4 minutes; society, homelessness, events, Salt Lake City]
8/31/2016: Jesus. At the Smiths [grocery store] at 9th and 9th, a homeless mom pushing a shopping cart filled with their stuff and her dazed-looking teen son with auburn hair and freckles following her riding his bike, bags hanging from the handlebars and backpack on
Spots of Light
[1369 words; 6 min 50 sec; family, trauma, boyfriends, hope]
My mom was the impetus behind A.v.A.—my weed-smoking boyfriend–coming to live with us. The year was 1987—I was eighteen–and A.v.A. was an injured bird—motherless, practically fatherless, and a senior in high school—so, when his dad finally went MIA, my
