I am writing this from Loveland, where it is HOT and as dry as a potato chip on a sidewalk in Arizona in August. Some clouds are rolling over, but they are useless and will yield no rain. If they do, it will be a mere smattering of droplets that will evaporate the precise moment…
Month: June 2012
Mirrorworld
I am, I think, a slightly different person than the one that rolled out of Colorado nearly three months ago. How could one not be? I have a better sense of who I am, of what I want to do, the things I want to pursue, of what I’ll put up with (not much, ha),…
Dear New Orleans
New Orleans, I write this with a gaping wound in the middle of my chest. You see, we have to leave you, and it breaks my heart. This heart is, quite literally, on the ground, smashed into miniscule bits. New Orleans, I love you so much. So much so, that we arrived on your crescent…
An Epic Stroll (Warning: Contains Sweat. And Also a Bead Dog.)
This past Friday, I had it in my overly-active mind that it would be a Good Idea to spend 9 hours on foot in the Garden District, wandering the Magazine St. corridor. See, J is working now (YAY!) on ‘Zine St., often needs the car for work, and this thereby renders me stranded in The Room…
Follow Your Crazy 