September. Or in other words, finding home. It’s hard to believe that another month has passed. And not just any month, but September. The month that means back to school for all the kiddos and the shift from summer
Holding It All It’s all being held. The puddle with no definition of edges and shape is being contained within the binding together of people. If we are ashes, if we are dust, if we
Do-Overs Saturday I took a bath, shaved my legs and armpits, and then showered to make sure I was extra clean. For anyone that knows me (and not even well), you know that I
Movie Magic Do you ever feel like life is a movie? I do. But it's usually only when I am watching people around me, observing it as a bystander, an audience member, comfortable in my
Vulnerabilities for my Future Self Dear Future Self... ...I hate that as a first line. Let me try again. Dear Lindsey, Better. It doesn't signify that I'm directing this toward Lindsey in a few years, but then again,
BEST HOLE and Other Observations from the Coast The beach has been crowded the past few days. When I say "crowded", I don't mean Southern California beaches crowded. I mean "there are more than 2 people walking around" crowded and it
The Rising There was a full moon last night. I watched it slowly rise above the distant hills and thick tree line while I wandered around the streets by my home. It will still appear
The Goodness of an Onion 3.9 miles for one yellow onion. 7.8 miles if you count the trip home. Yesterday I was adamant about making dinner. (This was immediately after an unexpected morning conflict around being
In It It's been 15 weeks and 1 day since I've last sat down to blog. If I'm honest with myself, it's because I'm afraid. Writing for me is where I realize my feelings, where
Party Popper Perspective I can't really make sense of anything in this moment. I'm sitting in a backyard Airbnb living room shelter in the quiet, the home owner's boxer pup at my side, string lights gently
The Unplanned Life It's funny that I love days that signify something different or a shift, like New Year's or the first day of school, (or the first day of summer), or a Monday, or my
The Weighting Game As a 33 almost 34 year old, it is pretty embarrassing to admit this: I've been cranky lately. It's not in the way of an occasional bad attitude that as a mature (this
When Enough is Enough Today is the first day of work for the 2018-2019 school year. For the first time in 4 years, I'm not there. Just like it has been the last 4 years, TJ and
A Manifesto to the Sun It's hot in Seattle. I don't dare complain because all I wanted was for the bright, beatiful sun to shine her face upon me and warm my bones after another long Pacific Northwest
Catch + Release On Monday, I swallowed a bug. It was a big bug and it was completely unexpected. My mouth was wide open, huffing and puffing as I ran (read: fast walked) up a huge
Begin Again I've been waiting to write this, but it's been almost obnoxiously on my mind since January. There is never really a good reason why I don't just sit down and get my thoughts
'Tis the Season 2017 is rushing to a close, and seriously, in so many ways, thank God. What a year. You know what is crazy? It isn't just the political climate, or our social and US
33 and the Aioli Ugly Cry At the beginning of the summer, I cried over aioli. Well, technically I cried over not having any aioli. When I say "cried" I don't mean quiet, gentle tears graciously rolling
One Step at a Time Can you feel it? Breath in your lungs. Life in your bones. You are here. Present. Living. Breathing. Being. Do you see it? If you are able, look into the eyes of those
Hopeful Disruption The stars were suspended in the sky, the tiniest twinkling lights hanging down so close to the earth, yet still just out of reach. I didn't know I needed it: the damp, crisp
In Life and In Death Today marks my dad's 59th birthday. There is a lot of life that has been in lived in those years and he has the stories and the smile lines and the scars and
The Privilege of Silence ... I learned a hard lesson last fall. My silence has caused pain. My complacency has bred injustice. My privilege has blinded my eyes and heart in ways I could have never realized if
Grounding The on-call phone rang at 2:30am and I jerked awake, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping. Per usual, I had no idea what is on the other end. Anything from a stubbed
A Tribute to the Women Women hold up half the sky. --Mao Zedong For a long time I have considered the impact of the people in my life and how their influence has shaped me in ways that
Taking in the Lilacs (Disclaimer: I am my mother's daughter, and if I didn't know flowers enough to be aware that these are tulips, not lilacs, there is a small chance I may be disowned from the
