Sand, salt, bark

Three thoughts from road tripping from Port Townsend, WA to Santa Maria, CA and back again on Highway 101. 1. Sand beneath fingernails is one of the most uncomfortable feelings I know. But I put up with it for the sensation of running my hands through it; hot, dry sand that you pile on top … Continue reading Sand, salt, bark


Dance, Provençal song, sunburnt mirth

It’s a dilemma: wanting to ride a motorcycle to work, but also wanting to wear a sundress because it has finally gone above 65 degrees and I can reasonably have bare legs in that weather (kind of). My solution: leggings under dress. Jacket on top. Helmet smashing my curls, but that’s ok. Dress flying in … Continue reading Dance, Provençal song, sunburnt mirth