Category Archive: personal

MY ORIGINAL MIX TAPE.

On the morning that we left for Croatia, I woke up when it was still dark. I had been dreaming about tiled airport floors and adventure and when my alarm went off, I… Continue reading

TINY TIMBER IN THE WIND.

Lately Indy has been waking up early, collecting the Oregonian from the front porch and sitting down at the kitchen counter with the adopt-a-pet section. With scissors, she cuts out the faces of… Continue reading

PART THREE // MEXICO

***a few things that happened south of the border: indy got an ear infection and we took her to see a mexican doctor who wrote up her prescription on a typewriter from ’78 //… Continue reading

PART TWO // MEXIGRAMS

me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu // me gusta viajar, me gustas tu // me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu // me gusta el viento, me gustas tu // me gusta… Continue reading

PART ONE // MEXICO

Two weeks down south. Two weeks with my aunt and uncle under their palapa roof; two weeks with the ocean in sight. Two weeks to watch the birds swoop in a twilight flock… Continue reading

ACE-LANDIA.

One night at the Ace. Two Bicycles as transportation. Nine years of marriage. Fifteen years since the day we met. One record player in the room and twelve albums in the drawer. Twenty-three… Continue reading

THE DOUBLE BOUNCE.

Rainy day. Sawyer jumping high. Off night stands. Pillows in the air. Hair flying. Limbs flying. A double-bounce-seat-drop on a tempurpedic mattress, with a backdrop of felt hearts. Sometimes on a winter afternoon,… Continue reading

THE LAUNDERETTE // PORTLAND

We met at Lee’s Launderette on Lombard. It was a typical day: the clouds were low in the sky and the miniature superheroes were out in full form. Sawyer was supposed to be… Continue reading

WANDERING MOOSE // IDAHO

We go to Idaho in the winter because we want snowy days and wintery afternoons and mornings full of feather sky. We stay with my parents, in their little cabin that has a… Continue reading

EMPIRE BUILDER STATE OF MIND.

You decide to take the Amtrak to Idaho, because the roads are icy and your car has old tires, and on the train, you can read and sleep and dream. You step out… Continue reading