From Bullets to a Fire

View from a mile down the road:   If you didn’t know, after my last post about the shooting, my community has since been on fire (I just got internet access back).  What a fucking week.  I went from a town vigil to evacuating Adam’s mom to then evacuating myself and my family.  Not to …

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When it Hits Home: A Shooting Next Door

Today when Adam left for work, we spent a long time in the doorway wrapped up in each other’s arms.  A long time.  An I-don’t-want-to-let-you-go amount of time. How fucking lucky am I that I still have him to hold onto, because some of my neighbors woke up without that gift. Some fathers today woke …

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Something about Dogs

I have been working on my book like a fiend.  Like some little witch nestled away, brewing her magic.  Which doesn’t leave much time for very nearly anything at all. That being said, I was thinking about dogs the other day.  About what they mean for adventure and for life.  I was thinking about my …

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Coffeeshop Musings

Alright.  We’ve figured out the source of my varying afflictions: I’ve got bronchitis.  Cheers. It certainly explains the foggy week I’ve had.  Not the best—and certainly it did not end as such.  However, I came home to find a ring-necked dove eating the chicken scratch laid out in my yard, and that was rather nice and …

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Sights and Scents and Dreams of California

There is Sagebrush, growing on the lining of the trail. It is medicinal in all the ways it plants its healing essence in my mind. The scent of it, smokey and wild, like cedar, rich and smooth but thick with how it clings heavy in the air. When I pluck a branch, the syrup of …

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