Of course I meant to do that.

sleep on the plane

Well should we do it should we buy the tickets

Should we touch down in Los Angeles, grab some tacos, catch the show, hit the LA bar scene, hop the red-eye back to Denver and drive several hours into the mountains

I'm not sure yet; tomorrow night I'm driving several hours to dance with a large group of strangers in a place I have never been and then driving back into the mountains.


I have read too much about the dangers of drowsy driving.


Once again I have talked plants back to life, or at least I believe I have. Those sad little transplants wilting away in the record heat, and me telling them every day, over and over again, that they could do it. And now here they are: kale and arugula and tomatoes and collards growing to my knees. I feast.


The guitar case is less dusty than it was several days ago. This is what people are referring to when they mention silver linings.

Is it possible to separate the child molester from the music?



When I was young my favorite author was Dave Barry.

They just wrote fuck on TV.

"How about we throw in some actual donuts?"



I know I am a farmer at heart.

All I have to do is live from my zone of genius.

“When you’re doing something, keep 9/10 of your attention on your mind and 1/10 on the work. If your state of mind declines, then stop what you’re doing until you’ve got it back.”

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dogs for adoption

I was unpacking from vacation when I opened the closet and your coat caught my breath.

At the record store yesterday the man showed me the fire behind the counter and then informed me that my voice mailbox was full.

Speaking of fire the county is burning. 

Wilson is so happy to see me again that he can't stop pressing his face into my face.


It is so hot in this apartment; droplets of sweat roll down the backs of my calves, between my breasts, along the inner edge of my left arm. Nevertheless Wilson curls his hot little body onto my chest, presses his face to my face, and purrs and purrs and purrs.

I feel like I've been here before. I listen to the album again and again.

How many chances do you give a friend before they are no longer a friend.



I was going to be a middle school English teacher, but I am no longer going to be a middle school English teacher.



For dinner I have eaten a giant bowl of mixed greens, sliced tomatoes, a burger made from ground nuts and seeds. It is too hot for anything else but popsicles.

I sincerely regret that I have not been your friend.

I showed my brother-in-law the album and was pleasingly nonplussed by the labia on the cover.

I am making decisions in a different way. It is uncomfortable but I think I am on to something.

What an honor to witness: At first she claimed to have no emotions; now she initiates great big hugs and beams about how much she loves her art.

No matter how intensely I scrub them, the calluses on the bottoms of my feet remain dirty. I have taken to wearing sandals instead of boots on the trail--an attempt to pacify the stress fractures in my feet. Consequently my feet are exposed to dirt and dust nearly everywhere I go. Consequently the calluses on the bottoms of my feet remain dirty, no matter how much I scrub them.

I wish I saw my family more than once a year.



The flowers in the glass jar on the kitchen table are so beautiful; one glance jolts my brain into presence and gratitude. 

He sticks his tongue out at me and I send a stuck-out tongue right back.

I have been meaning to call him for ages.


Because my family did not finish all the food in the fridge I am now the owner of several half-finished condiments, opened yogurt containers, low-sugar tonic, balsamic vinaigrette, pop chips, seaweed snacks, a full bottle of locally crafted gin.

There are so many ways I want to feel. 

Tomorrow is the beginning of the rest of my life.

From "Culture and the Universe" by Simon J. Ortiz

It’s not humankind after all

nor is it culture

that limits us.

It is the vastness

we do not enter.