From September, 2015

Magical Thinking

“If there were a choice– and he suspected there was– a choice between, on the one hand, the heights and the depths and, on the other hand, some sort of safe, cautious middle way, he, for one, here and now chose the heights and the depths.” –Sheldon Vanauken, A Severe Mercy When I was five,…

As yet untitled

I’d like to write a book called What to Expect When You’re Least Expecting It. Or… What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Crazy. Or…  When Life Gives You Lemons… Make Lemon Bars. Are You Kidding With the Lemonade? Okay, that’s kind of a long title. How about The Tailspin of Perfectionism? Or maybe: Disappointment…the Disillusionment of Believing…

The Ferrari

“She’s like a Ferrari … fun and flashy, but she takes a lot of work.” That’s what my father told my boyfriend, Beau, when he asked for my hand in marriage. 18-year-old me thought, First of all, come on. I am not property. I’ll marry whomever I want, ok? Even if he does carry out…

The Kneaded Seed

I hear the rustle of plastic and look up to see both kids speed around the corner from the kitchen with a piece of bread smushed in each hand.  I didn’t even know we had any bread left, but they must have foraged the last remaining rejected end-pieces from the depths of the countertop.  I…

Backcountry crucible

A few years back, I go to a nature writing retreat in the North Cascades. I think it’s a writing retreat set in nature, but it’s actually a writing retreat about nature. I grew up going camping with my family, and my hardcore backpacker dad was known to shake us out of our road trip…

Girl, Interrupted

I didn’t expect to rewrite this article a few hours before posting it. I had already spent a good chunk of the weekend writing and rewriting my piece, but then Monday happened, and, all of a sudden what I had written was not the thing that mattered anymore. Monday mornings are hard, they just are.…