Heh. That’s right — this chica is parked in a public library in Idaho, taking a break from baking my brain on the long-sunny-hot ride in from Montana. I didn’t really have a chance to write about it before I left, but this still mostly the beginning of a three-week …
It turns out that when I drive I am totally that old lady you hate to follow, the one who’s always going slightly below the speed limit, stopping for all the pedestrians and cyclists and letting other people into her lane and otherwise slowing you down on your very important …
Ha! Yes, I realize the 4th of July was like three weeks ago, but sometimes that’s how long it takes to get around to writing about something;) . (What’s a good 4th of July adventure without crossing state lines?) . Let’s call this photo essay more than any actual writing. …
A long time ago, in college, I dated a guy who changed my world in many ways — one very specific way I was thinking about this morning. (not from this morning, but some other magical morning: the top of Mt Tabor) . In a typical week, I run at …
