When I daydream, most times I daydream about riding a motorcycle on a curving road surrounded by trees. I do this because before I left for college, when I was 18 years old, my dad and I would go for motorcycle rides together on sunny weekends. I would follow my dad on his red Honda 250, me … Continue reading Day Dream
Friday night Judy and I were having a slumber party. Yes, it is possible to have a slumber party with someone you already live with. Just add: face masks, wine, deep talks. Eventually we ended up sprawled on Judy's bed, reading through our old journals which were both hilarious and illuminating. Things are different since … Continue reading Truth-telling, witchcraft, bread-and-butter
For spring break I brought two of my friends from college to the wild wild west known as Coupeville, WA. They'd never been to the PNW before and so got to experience some special Washington things, such as rain.
Writing this a bit late because the last week in Paris was of the whirlwind variety and I have not recovered until now. (Also a winning combination of jet-lag and my cat have been waking me up at 5 am every morning. What did I do to deserve this?) View from the top of the … Continue reading Writing & Saying Goodbye
Right now I'm reading The Blue Flower, a historical novel by Penelope Fitzgerald which beautifully depicts the life of Novalis, the German romantic poet and philosopher. In the story, young Novalis spends a lot of time thinking (as romantic philosophers tend to do) about small things in big ways ("Gentlemen! Look at the washbasket! Let … Continue reading Future Creators Are Here in Paris