Death by food poisoning was circa 2005. I was still married at that time so to set the scene, it was 11 pm-ish, the kids are asleep, James is downstairs watching TV (or porn or playing video games), and I was lying on my back on the couch in our darkened living room, crying softly… Read More The Barf of Redemption
And I didn’t want my face to be puffy—and don’t like to upset the animals—but I was crying as I took this first picture. For various reasons that day, I couldn’t hold back the ocean and—as Killian and Smudge moved about their deck—painted my face with loneliness and afternoon sun. And science says tears carry… Read More Recalibrating
Sugar House Park, Salt Lake City, Utah, 7/4/2016 Worked (all felines: Izzy, Jack, Piper, Clark, Lucy, Darko, Todd, Burt, Mica—love them all); Graham and Lauren come over, Ellen and Julia join, Ellen’s friend ending his Ramadan; foster kittens, hard lemonade, shitty Malbec, salsa, chips, guacamole, ohdeargodwhydidIeatsomuch; Ellen/Julia to meet her friend, Livy/Lauren to little park,… Read More Diary of a 4th of July
[Pic of myself on the Empire State Building, 12/1999, newspaper pics from 9/12/2001, purchased in Reno] Eighteen years ago to the day, my ex-h, James, 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… Read More Contrast
[Video link to 4th Mvmt in bio. I like this particular video because the conductor speaks to me and they include captions on the words of the poem, “Ode to Joy”]. Music is a faith that lives and moves us. Sometimes listening to certain pieces at the right time, I can know love breathing inside… Read More Playing our song
[Pic is not of our Yellowstone trip but I’ll have to dig for those photos; they’re on some computer somewhere. Ugh. This is Julia and Livy, I’m guessing at ages 6 and 3, with a backdrop that is very similar to the sights we saw on our Yellowstone trip] And it was a shapeless voyage. … Read More Yellowstoned
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
