Feeling Blue[berries]

At the grocery store this week, a woman dropped a box of blueberries.  They went everywhere.  She was too old to pick them up, and people up and down the aisles just stopped and stared.  I just stopped and stared.  Her trembling voice, shouting “Cleanup—I need a cleanup!”  Embarrassed.  Close to tears.  Fucking blueberries.  All …

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Well…it’s done.

I wrote a memoir for my thesis.  For five years, I've been writing a memoir for my thesis.  Even before I knew there would be a thesis I would write.  Re-written now three times, it has shaped the landscape of my life, and changed me for the better over time.  I am proud that it …

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A Little Hindu Hope, India, Day 8

We went to another temple tonight. The houseboat docked and we had a couple of options: to start drinking far too early, or to walk around a bit. We travelled the same village we had that morning, stopped and chatted with familiar faces, chased a couple of children down the road. A naked baby, eyes …

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A Laugh like Butterflies

So there’s this bridge, yeah? The Swinging Bridge [of death] strung like a tightrope over some pretty chill looking rapids and by chill I mean frigid not cool. My boyfriend’s running back and forth across it like a Circus Act and I’m just kind of lingering at one end, swiping the toe of my boot …

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Postscript

There’s a lot of beauty in the world. I forget that. A lot.  As in pretty much every damned day. And there’s a lot of love in the kindness of strangers. I think that’s something worth celebrating. Everywhere I’ve travelled, I’ve met people with whom I’ve exchanged a piece of myself. It’s a little tradeoff, …

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One Rose in a One-Stop Town

McFarland, California. A small town of about 13,010, located in Kern County, straddling the 99. McFarland is known for a Cancer Cluster in the mid 80’s, which took the lives of over a dozen children, and its Cross Country Team, which ought to tell you something. When the best sport is running, you can’t help …

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