Category Archives: Washington
Maybe the idea of just anyone traipsing into their precious little neighborhood and enjoying the benefits that they enjoy is too much to cope with. But the reasons ultimately don’t matter.
Never before in my life have I been physically stopped in my tracks by the scent of flowers. Never until I moved to Seattle.
Blackberry ice cream is as holy as library reading logs or PVC swordfights.
Though I’ve never defined myself by a job title, I came to the realization that without my previous one, I had little to define myself with at all.
Then I pointed my skis over the edge and leaned forward so my weight eased me into the wide couloir, and it felt like I was plummeting and the snow exploding around me like a warzone.
“It doesn’t matter what you do,” I will tell my children, “as long as you like yourself better than you like most other people.”
As bags are grabbed and knots are lost
And papers stowed away unread
The ship approaches final berth
The clouds behind, the sun ahead
Most people say that I shouldn’t let anything hold me back from doing great things. But I don’t have much desire to do great things. What are great things without the small things?
I stood ten feet away from Kate Stables in the front row of an audience that barely totaled twenty people, and yet This Is the Kit wasn’t playing for us. They didn’t even know we were there.