I’m out of town yet again this week and next – I will sincerely try to get some posts up and ready to go for that time, but if I don’t, I have a reasonable excuse: I was in the Great Barrier Reef. Snorkeling. With my husband. Yeah. YEAH. I know. I’m probably snuggling with…
– Leaving the Kloof was hard. I’m not even going to pretend otherwise. It was blissful and beautiful and it pulled at my heartstrings a little to leave. Driving away, it felt like it was the last day of camp, or the morning after a really great slumber party (you know, the ones where no…
Going through my photos from South Africa, I noticed that a large number of them featured our friend Kurtis. Sometimes this was intentional. Other times, it was not: –
– Remember episode of The Simpsons where Marge decides to take a vacation by herself and ends up at Rancho Relaxo? Most of you are probably nodding enthusiastically. Others might have vague recollections of it. And a select few might be shaking your heads and saying, “I’ve never really watched The Simpsons.” That latter group, of course,…
– When I first starting dating Rand, during my junior year of college (for those of you keeping track at home, it was approximately a lifetime ago), I lived in a windowless apartment. I may be exaggerating slightly. It wasn’t exactly windowless – it had three, to be precise. But each and every one of…
The first day of spring was on Wednesday, and Seattle’s weather almost seems to be complying with the season. Which I guess means I’m going to cave and shave my legs. Probably. Maybe. Eh … there’s a fifty-fifty chance. You know what? I’m just gonna wait it out. If it gets warm, I can wear…
Last month, we popped down to Portland for the weekend, with our pal Chrissy in tow. We’d been meaning to head down to PDX together for a while – our friend Skye had moved back out west after living in Baltimore for the last two years. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d all been…
– The other day, I was lamenting to myself (and by extension, to my long-suffering husband) about the death of wonderment in my adult years. How there were now so many known variables in our lives, so many answered questions. There were very few decisions to make. Very little was new. “I just remember high…
I have a confession of sorts. It might be that last week, Rand and I zipped back to Europe, and went to Dublin for the second time in six months, and then to London for the umpteenth time since I started this blog. – I know some of you are reading that and thinking, “Girl, no.…
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