Blog Post 51.
I’m feeling restless this morning. It’s raining.
Blog Post 48.
Kirk’s family was joking about his Grammy’s recent obsession with growing and propagating succulents in her home. A symptom of the COVID-19 pandemic, certainly. Like many elderly and at-risk folk, I, too, find myself confined to my apartment much more than I expected, and much more than I would like because I work a full-time job from home. Being of good health, and having already contracted and recuperated from the novel virus, I have the luxury of stepping outside at lower risk to myself and others- to run, to dine at local restaurants when it is deemed safe by the powers that be, to visit a select handful of friends and, now, to ski.
Continue reading on houseplantsBlog Post 47.
I have long been fascinated by outer space. This fascination has drawn me to investigate different facets of human interaction with outer space and with one another in relation to our activities in outer space. Something that makes sense to me is that this fascination has also led to a place wherein it has become entangled with my deep passion for justice.
Blog Post 30.
This summer we walked to the neighbor’s peach tree to steal peaches that wouldn’t get eaten were it not for us and our devious ways. I usually wore a dress decorated with crustaceans and I would bring a dish towel to rub the surplus fuzz and stray bugs off our stolen goodies.
Blog Post 26.
Some friends are keepers for life. For me, as for most people, these friends are few and far between. One such human in my life (she has been part of it for some time) is Madi Baca. She is the strangest young bud I know but I like the cut of her jib and she brings a great deal of spunk to my life.
Blog Post 22.
A year ago today I was listening to this album front to back, driving 40mph through the mountains of Oahu, HI.
Today I’m listening to it again, front to back, but I’m walking along the Spanish coast.
Blog Post 20.
Thanksgiving. In honor of Thanksgiving Day in the USA, I want to write about our little cena de gracias here in Cádiz.
The food: is it even thanksgiving if you aren’t in excruciating pain after the meal? I think not- this we accomplished, and we certainly made up for the lack of food Paris treated us to last weekend.
Blog Post 19.
I love Paris. The past weekend, I went to Paris with my abroad program. It was awesome: partly because I got to go with the exceptional people in my program, partly because I got to see more of Nathan there and entirely because, well, it’s Paris.
I was a little concerned that it would be overrated, but was pleasantly surprised by just how much I loved being there. I mean really loved being there.
Blog Post 17.
Hi best friend,
I just want to say thanks. For everything.
Thanks for the big things. Thanks especially for the little things. You are a presence I never knew I could have in my life. A relationship I never expected, or even thought possible.
Blog Post 14.
The cafe au lait. Coffee with milk. The clandestine key to surviving a day (or four months) of the Spanish food schedule. The ingredients are as follows: