Sun, Feb 11th, 2018
I've never lived anywhere where it literally doesn't rain for months. I've been here for two and a half months and we've only had one tiny sprinkling of rain. Mostly I don't mind it, particularly after spending the last two winters in Downeast Maine where it rains and sleets and ices and snows pretty much constantly for months at a time. But recently it's been getting to me -- the parched land and the endless blue skies and the dust that slides in through the cracks around the doors. And it makes me think of other ways in which my life feels parched. Sometimes I feel like my dreams are fading and my sense of wonder has been muted. And so I have to return to the source of inspiration and dreams and imagination. I have to find the rain.
Mon, Jul 31st, 2017
Seriously I should be able to keep it together.
Tue, Jul 25th, 2017
The Call -- one of the coolest/creepiest books I've read in a while.
Fri, Nov 11th, 2016
Dreaming takes only a moment, but pursuing a dream takes a lifetime.
Tue, Aug 23rd, 2016
A trip to Texas in August. Not my best decision.
Sun, May 22nd, 2016
Sun, leaves, snow, blackflies -- a year in Maine.
She is too fond of books, and it has addled her brain. -- Louisa May Alcott