I've made a priority to try to see friends in the last few weeks: a photographer who I used to climb with a lot, another woman who has become a mountain guide (and is now pregnant), my beautiful Argentinian friend who is a walking smile, my roommate (who is getting used to the idea of... Continue Reading →
It kind of works
I've been trying to not be flipped out about knowing more precisely how (if not when) I'm going to lose my dad. Because it's that: I knew all along that statistically speaking, he was going to die 1) before me 2) sooner rather than later, and that all that is completely normal. Now we know... Continue Reading →
Until I am not
My father is ill, and the idea of losing him makes me wonder about my place in the world. However here’s the thing; I’ve realized that I don’t believe I have a place in the world, other than the fact that I am here and I’ve created one. I don’t belong here, in the sense... Continue Reading →
So not dead…
A nice near miss this week: I took out my bike for the first time in a few weeks. The front tire was a bit low, but there’s a pump at work. I wobble my way there, park my bike and BJING! The tire explodes. Parked. At work. Not in the middle of traffic. Not... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 