Sitting in my car, I wait in a nostalgic place gone dark. Shrill cries of feral creatures echo through a quagmire of trees between my home and the parking lot where I sit, waiting and listening. Something ill-timed yet familiar: the first car trickles in and pulls up a space from mine in the lot. […]
Sitting last night in the theatre of my old high school, captivated, moved, inspired, watching my sister and her friends’ one-act plays, one caught my attention and made me see the world a different way. There were love stories, comedies, things that made some people laugh but flew over other’s heads, and then there was
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So Today, Not my day—even a little bit. Cars revved past a little cubby by the roadside where I sat dormant in the driver seat of my Subaru—a crystal contrast to the moving things outside. The gas gauge lay limp on E, and the little orange pilot light faded. All that remained was the deafened
I work on the mountain. Way way up there is a huge resort where I’ve cooked food all winter; some days it’s been busy and some have been slow, like crazy slow, and in case you haven’t noticed, it’s spring! That means so many beautiful things, and one of them is that my seasonal job
Oh, what to say here? Who am I? What are my goals? What’s my birth sign? (kidding about the birth sign) (cancer) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. -Aristotle Before we get this going, I’d like to express my greatest fear in doing this along with