September 21, 2020


 

When I was a wee one I used to plant skittles in our backyard. At the time, skittles had launched a commercial where a disgruntled looking individual planted skittles in a field. Then those sugary seeds exploded, creating a rainbow that showered the earth with candy....

September 17, 2020

By my best estimate, I’d been sitting on the toilet seat with my fingertips pressed into my eye sockets for twenty minutes. I stood up, flushed ritualistically, and washed by trembling hands in my brother’s sink. The sink had been decorated with the sparkly blue toothp...

September 5, 2020

The silver sedan lunged from the alley and slammed into Laverne’s flank. Laverne, my 2003 Buick Century earned her name through her appearance and her previous owner. This tan, boat-ride of comfort looked like she belonged to my grandmother. The name “Shirley” was scra...

April 29, 2020

Mr. Kelsch, my coffee chugging, slightly balding, diagnosed hyperactive, fourth grade teacher with a gravelly loudspeaker of a voice, strode into the classroom. (rapidly, of course) He hit play on the tape deck, then leapt onto the counter in front of the wide expanse...

April 29, 2020

To scale the tower, one had to ascend unvarnished slabs of wood, dulled by wicked winters and sturdy shoes. (Practical footwear is an unspoken mandate in Montana.) The texture of the wood so memorably close, far nearer than the faces of my adult comrades. Even more pro...

August 12, 2018

In a casual phone conversation, I informed my mother that her thirty one year old daughter would be willingly embracing homelessness. She took the information in stride. Apparently, she’s grown used to this. Maybe she’s learned from experience that any attempts to dete...

May 26, 2017

          As a spasm of tears flooded my eyeballs, I pitched my head forward and between my knees so that the salty liquid could drop directly from my eye sockets onto the cement floor. We, women, do strange things to avoid smudging our eyeliner.  I recognized in the m...

March 15, 2017

“Happy thirtieth birthday!!” squealed my roommates and two best friends Katie and Kat. They giddily presented me with what appeared to be a third grader’s art project. From a magazine covered poster board shined Oprah’s smiling face, a city skyline, and a regal lion we...

February 10, 2017

Limits and boundaries are not my favorite concepts. When someone starts lauding the virtues of rules, restrictions, or structure, I visualize myself yelling, “Free bird!” and then flinging my body into a sea of people whose hands transport me away from the “boring pers...

October 29, 2016

The Perfect Storm: A Red Rocks Rain Out

In the history of my climbing excursions, rain has never defeated the best laid plans. Don’t get me wrong, it’s rained. It’s also snowed.The winds have whipped so hard that I believed my relatively sturdy frame was going to uproot...

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