Once upon a time I had no idea who I was or what to do with my life. You might relate. I had inklings, like how my job defined me or how certain relationships defined me (I'm a massage therapist, I'm a wife, a sister, etc). But I wanted to know more precisely, more innately, who …
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Livin’ all the way
If you want your thighs to burn, gripping the flanks of a speeding horse. If you want your hair tangled by the sheer frenzy of it all. If you want your voice hoarse from a day of anthems and battle cries. Or your shoulders to never want for comrades. Or your hands to blaze with …
I got nuthin’
It goes without saying that I would never be hired to teach science. Or math. And yet, I've stumbled upon a phenomenon that's gotta be physics. Or some science-y thing. And I'm not just saying that because I need an excuse for why I haven't written in a month. Here …
A muddle in a puddle
Staring might be the thing I'm best at. If I'm honest. Give me a good view, a window to perch at, a stormy sea, a field of grass with the wind moving it like a marching band or a murmuration of starlings, and I will stare. There's something soothing about a good, long stare. My …
There’s an I in wild, too
It's only 8:30 in the morning and already I'm outnumbered. Besides squirrels and chipmunks, I'm usually I'm the only mammal around. But not today. This morning, as dawn was painting the sky a chicory-blue and the cardinals were chirping away, I walked around outside. I usually spend …
