Playing the Rest

“Who do you talk to when you want to remember?” I asked him. I was on my long bus ride home, face glued to my phone screen chatting with a friend in Florida through the wonders of technology. He had been a friend of my brother’s when they were in...

Everyday Superheroes

I watched as my friend threw herself behind this virtual stranger to keep her from hitting her head on the asphalt. As she cradled the convulsing woman in her lap, I realized that everyday super heroes don’t come with capes or secret identities, but their powers do come from within....

According to Me

“You know what this makes you,” she said to me leaning in; seriousness reflected in her eyes. I laughed knowing what she was going to say, but unable to say it myself. I suppose that’s why I pay her $100 an hour. To say the things that I can’t.  Instead,...

Behind the Curtain

 I found myself laughing out loud at the predicament of my Florida friend. “Now she’s sobbing between songs.” Sideways glances on the bus directed towards my quiet chuckles and shaking shoulders made me laugh even more. Yes, I was chuckling at the discomfort of a child being structured to practice...

Geli Happiness Project 2.0

The power has gone out before. It’s just a matter of time and the diligent workers at the utilities company will make the repairs necessary for enabling the first world comforts to which I have become accustomed. The power always comes back. It was Saturday morning and another working day....

The Ache of the Missing Present

The Ache of the Missing Present
The ache of the missing present. I feel like sometimes that’s what grief is. The realization of what you imagined to be never taking shape. I think that’s why some of the happiest people are the ones that only see the present for what it is and take inventory without...

A Little More Certainty

A Little More Certainty
I wake up to sounds. Some days it was hearing the trickle of a creek next to my window or the rushing roar of a hot air balloon. Other days it was the quiet stillness of a midwest prairie with the hiss of the wind rustling the grass, or the...

Let It Snow

Let It Snow
It was a moment of disbelief when I didn’t even have the time to be stunned. Two days prior I had been in the 100 degree heat of Moab, UT sweating just to stand still. If my future self had told my past self that two days later I would...

The Work of Living

The Work of Living
It was an unexpected and wonderful open mic night in Portland. Brendan and I were in town finishing up some gigs he had secured in the local area when we decided that we wanted to experience more music before we left for Eastern Oregon the next day. After a false...

Everyday Home

Everyday Home
I keep finding reminders of the life I’ve left behind. As my time living in Seattle draws to a close I keep finding things to stumble upon. My house is on the market at an asking price that will put me at break even after the nearly $20,000 in agent...

What I Want

What I Want
“It’s just the sheen,” she said as we looked at our options in the sand ahead of us.  I thought it had looked a little wet from the rain, and possibly the tide. I wasn’t sure if we should continue our advance upon the sand. The day was one that...
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