Things.

Things.

Things. (Because I can't think of a better title). I haven't posted in a long time, but that only really matters to me. Because nobody else actually gives a shit about my/your writing & that isn't self-deprecating or unique or "sad"--it just is. And that's okay (& I actually mean that). I don't really have a clear focus & I don't really like the domain name & on & on. And any topic--from tiny detail to grandiose--is already irrelevant because somebody else has written about "it" much more eloquently. And also the construction…continue reading →
Think 2017 will be awful? 13 tips to try and improve it [with GIFs]

Think 2017 will be awful? 13 tips to try and improve it [with GIFs]

*Give it a moment to load all the GIF things* I have not written for a while. I have been busy as hell like everyone else. It is sometimes convenient or necessary to be occupied by our own tangled little lives. I mean, convenient for those of us who have the luxury of living in (mostly) safe neighborhoods in (mostly) quiet spaces with memory foam mattress toppers (well, one is being used as a mattress, but whatever) and water that runs (probably) clean out of brass faucets. I feel like this post should…continue reading →
Radio Ghosts in the Diner

Radio Ghosts in the Diner

This was written last year as a submission for an MPR contest. I never submitted it to the contest, because I was out of the country. Unfortunately MPR doesn't seem to be doing this contest anymore...so figure I will publish it somewhere! Radio Ghosts in the Diner Minerva, named after the goddess of wisdom and arts, lives in the loft of an abandoned red barn. Minerva is known for mischief and an odd passion for learning the origins of words. In late mornings she trots to a diner on the outskirts of town.…continue reading →
5 Ways Not to Be a Jerk (in the Outdoors).

5 Ways Not to Be a Jerk (in the Outdoors).

I mean, obviously, there are more than five...but these ones are pretty basic. Nothing too serious either (except Patrick Stewart).  Say “hello” to other people you meet in remote places. I find it incredibly bizarre to hike/ski past other people in the woods and say nothing. Why are you pretending not to see me? Are you on a silent retreat? (Wear a sticker or something!) Maybe what is even weirder is when I say “hello” and you just stare back at me. Maybe you don’t speak English, which is totally fine. But, you,…continue reading →
From the shores of Two Medicine Lake

From the shores of Two Medicine Lake

There is a small woman, she is Japanese, wearing a bright pink and orange tunic and a wide-brimmed white sunhat. She is giving orders to her husband and motioning toward the camera in his hands. He takes a shot. She turns to look at the lake in a stiff pose and says something. He takes another shot. She turns sideways and half-smiles. Snap. Forward pose. Snap. Snap. Same pose. Snap. She laughs. Snap. There is a little girl with long, stringy brown hair wearing a faded red swimsuit. She is further down the…continue reading →
A Note on the Portfolio

A Note on the Portfolio

If you are looking for photographs, please click on the "Portfolio" tab and you will be directed to the correct location. New portfolio items do not appear on the homepage. So far I have four albums: My Favorite State (Montana, of course), A Walk in Nepal, Absaroka-Beartooth Loop, and Yellowstone Dream Sequence: 1. Enjoy these images of some of the most beautiful places in the world.continue reading →
Cat Hunting in Hot Springs

Cat Hunting in Hot Springs

(A mostly true story). There is a pale lady with a potbelly and dyed blonde hair that morphs into dark ink at the roots. She flings her green robe over the chain-link fence and sinks into the hot pool next to her husband. He is red-faced and likely potbellied too (although distorted by the water) and drinking a dented can of Coca-Cola. An apparent local starts up a conversation and the husband puts an arm around his wife when he speaks. “Oh, yeah. I been cat huntin’ out here. Mmm…hmmm…me and my buddy…continue reading →
Found in the Floorboards.

Found in the Floorboards.

My art teacher once made us do a "found art" project. Mine was a shoebox painted black on the inside with a white candle. I flipped the thing upside down. It did not mean anything. I'm sure I said it did so I could get the points. Here are some found poems from years ago. Found in the floorboards of my computer. Maybe a bit dusty and outdated. Meaningful? Not sure. Worthy to be shared? Sure. Why not? And yes...every single one involves food. Untitled Stew. she bit off a hunk of the…continue reading →
In Praise of the Letter-Writers

In Praise of the Letter-Writers

"I'm not good at keeping in touch." We all have friends/acquaintances/co-workers/bosses/people who use this excuse often. I've used it. We have friends that we email or call once every six months and that works quite fine, thanks. We catch up, pick a quirky short story or two to tell, and say goodbye until next time. We meet those few rare friends in "real-life" to go hiking, eat frosted cupcakes, or more likely to drink a glass of red wine. But then come those people that you really care about...and try over and over…continue reading →
Mishmash: Gravy and tomato soup overheard at the coffee shop.

Mishmash: Gravy and tomato soup overheard at the coffee shop.

I love finding old Word documents with funny poems from 2008...if you can't think of anything to write, just listen. Talking Gravy There is conversation. Well, small talk. Me: making no direct Eye contact. You: probably wondering why. We repeat empty, colorful details about our Thanksgiving dinners— While I fiddle with my dangling yellow earrings. They resemble A turkey like a cloud might. Stuffing and all. You say something witty about gravy but I just blink And sip my coffee. I mumble “sorry” and you stare. The sorry is for what I imagine,…continue reading →