Like me, you believe in the power of the written word. When you want something with all of your clarity and conviction, you make me write it down. Christmas List A skull Battleship A bear with a smiling face and arms that go like this (drawing of hugging arms) Some plastic bones There are several … More Words
How are we such a mystery to ourselves? Two weeks ago I dyed my hair blue. Not all of it, and not blue exactly more like streaks of teal and indigo (“like a peacock!” the colorist said) so it’s tasteful. Professional even. In a certain way. You said you didn’t like it, that is was … More Mother’s Day
You’ve been on this for months now. Shipwrecks. You have a pinterest page filled with them, and we’ve checked out every book in the library. We’ve watched documentaries, we’ve gone to visit the shipwreck pulled out of Matagorda Bay at the State History Museum. In the morning, you wake up asking questions about shipwrecks. “Mama, … More 5/Titanic
There are is something rotting in the car somewhere, under all the toys and swimming gear and broken crayons and mashed up leaves and mud. I can’t smell it, but there are a hundred fruit flies zipping around in front of me like acid tracers when I drive A. to school, making me feel too … More Captain’s log
Spring Break We are driving south on highway 17, just off Interstate 10, and the landscape has changed – the worn white limestone buttes have given way first to a pancake flat plain and then suddenly to rusty blackrock hills. You’ve just woken up and requested an end to my introspective lone-guitar music (Calexico, … More Spring Break
The post oaks on East 13th Street are leafing out about a month early this year, bringing spring green to what should be dead of winter. It’s hard to feel optimistic about this, even though I look forward to that surreal color every year. And it’s hard to know what to do when the world … More Shipwrecks/Early Spring
Like waking up from a dream into another dream that slowly shows itself. The morning was foggy and cool and I went to work, got some coffee and immediately out into the field. A group of us were harvesting willow and cottonwood poles for a revegetation training. We gathered in trucks, all a bit silent, … More And the Day After
I’m at work today but no one is working. The internet is down. Everyone is talking about suffragettes and pantsuits, where to move if the Narcissist wins, whether it’s the Russians reading our emails right now. Maybe they will learn something about passive restoration techniques. Ha ha. More coffee please. The internet is down and … More Election Day
Here we are you and I, standing at the edge of the world. And now, especially, it feels bleaker than the bleakest science fiction novels. Divided, greed-choked, truthless, tech-addled, insane. And yet, amazingly, there you are, sitting on the tree-swing, chatting away. I can only really hear what you say when you come back to … More Election Season
There are many joys in my life; you are king among them. The other joys, my friends, my family, the everyday pieces of beauty like the falling snow and the kindness of strangers in airports, they all bend around you like a force field. The focus that it takes to be with you, to take … More New Year’s Day
Little Bug 