Flirting With the City

I stepped off the bus into the afternoon gray. It had been raining but the sky was holding back. I felt a twinge of remorse for the umbrella I had lost months ago. I had specifically bought it for the design on the inside that was set with sky blue...

Deck of Observation

I found myself standing on the 86th floor of the Empire State building and it became clear that I had overpaid for my elevator ride to the top. I braced myself against the wind and cycled my way around the observation deck weaving through the other people that had decided to...

Present Future

I’m having a hard time. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day 2014. It would have been Paul’s 28th birthday. Would have been. I had the opportunity to play music with two wonderful ladies up near the Washington/Canadian border this past weekend. On Saturday we made our way back from our gig at...

Hands That Talk

I hiss and grit my teeth against the sting of the liquid bandage. Antiseptic meets my blood and it burns. Only three more cuts to go. I had been working. It was not the official kind of salaried work with benefits but the kind of work that makes me feel...

Life As the Villian

It was another hard run today. This time I ate dinner first and fought the lack of inertia to stay on the couch reading a fantasy book about a beauty and beast retelling. “It’s just two miles today,” I told myself. Worn out from the constant sticky, sick-state July has...

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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