Transition
The time between things. Switching from one sport to another in a triathlon. Going from laboring to pushing in childbirth. A
ALL OF THE HAPPIES!
I couldn’t be much happier today unless a trench coat-clad stranger handed me a large briefcase filled with unmarked, non-sequential hundred
Waking up under a blanket of sea snails
I was at the coast last weekend. That’s what we have in Oregon. A coast. We don’t “go to the beach,”
Greasy Meat Water is [not] a great band name
My Friday is not off to an auspicious start. I stepped on one of Alvie’s 9,482,439 train accessories this morning –
The dead zebra made me…
Last night, as I was driving Alvie home from day care, we had the following conversation: Alvie: “Mommy, I see a