Every plan is a tiny prayer to father time…
Every mile I drove, sips of strong coffee I sucked down brought me a little closer to where I really didn’t want to be. I scolded …
02 Aug
Taking back the day…
Taking back the day…
It is funny how clearly I remember August 18, 2006. I can recall the details as if the memories were a video recording, I remember exactly …
13 Jul
Journalist, Photo
Journalist, Photo
Twelve years ago my fingers where busy dialing numbers to find out more about this career idea I had. I was desperately seeking the scoop on …
20 Jun
Letting go of the things…
Letting go of the things…
“Neeelllo,” The nasally hello would stop the ringing of the phone. I would instantly picture her, sitting in the oak dinner chair with the wicker bottom nestled …
27 May
A million gulps of caffeine later…
A million gulps of caffeine later…
My arms stretch up and back behind me, making a crescent moon out of my back. “Crack.” I let out an exhausted moan as I move into …
06 Jan
Finding your voice
Finding your voice
reposted from my column at Idahopa.com The hardest thing for me to deal with in my recent career change was my loss of purpose. As a …
05 Dec
Warm light and cold beer…
Warm light and cold beer…
There are two things in my life that I truly love… beer and light. All kidding aside, you really can’t have bad beer or bad light, because …
28 Nov
The song remembers when…
The song remembers when…
The 3×5 card was stained, the words smudged across it’s face, a gritty flour coating covered every inch. My grandmother’s recipe for rolls. I carefully filled my …
31 Aug
She’s Seattle. I’m Portland She’s water. I’m fire. She’s introspective and thoughtful. I’m explosive and spontaneous. She’s short with dark hair. I am tall with light hair. She hates new things. I seek out the new …
31 Aug
“Lost for a moment in the ache of old goodbyes…”
“Lost for a moment in the ache of old goodbyes…”
Photo above is me at age 6 (always a camera and a “cape”) and my kid sister who was always my sidekick. I grinned out the …