bienvenido a mexico, parte dos

Alternate working title: “You People”. Let me explain. We arrived on Monday afternoon. After a week of relentless car travel, sleeping in strange beds, and our annual allotment of Beef Jerky consumed, we were home. In our new home. We unpacked the truck quickly. To be honest, the truck was filled mostly by three dogs.… Continue reading bienvenido a mexico, parte dos

i miss my stuff

When we decided to go on this adventure, it required a *sometimes* painful culling of our stuff. I Marie-Kondo’ed a couple of years ago. For those living under a rock (and my dad, who almost exclusively watching car auctions on tv), Marie Kondo-ing is the exercise where you hold each of your belongings in your… Continue reading i miss my stuff

bienvenido a mexico, parte uno

It sounds like a “Welcome” but it is really a “welcome” with a jab, a greeting’s version of a back-handed compliment. “You don’t look nearly as tired as you did last week”, “the turkey isn’t as dry as it was last Thanksgiving”, “this dog is so much better behaved than your last one”, “bienvenido a… Continue reading bienvenido a mexico, parte uno

nomadland

I have been drawn to the trailers for the Frances McDormand Netflix film Nomadland. First of all, the woman is a damned genius and I have loved everything she has been in. But also, like her character in the film, we were embarking on this big adventure. So I find kinship when I see the… Continue reading nomadland

one last love letter

I have lived in Seattle my entire life. For the majority of that time, it has rained. But, there are times that Seattle is overwhelmingly beautiful. Those two times can be described as “Sunny Summer Day” and “Freak Snow Storm”. There is really nowhere more visually stunning than Seattle on a summer day. Surrounded by… Continue reading one last love letter

it was august

It was August. I was sitting in my girlfriend’s grandmother’s cabin on Whidbey Island. Nestled into a comfortable chair I looked around and smiled softly at the three dogs sleeping at my feet, my husband seated across the room scrolling Twitter, and I sighed deeply. It was a beautiful afternoon, and I was grateful there… Continue reading it was august