I had the opportunity to visit Seattle a few weeks ago, and we went to the REI Flagship store. They had an outdoor trial area for bikig and hiking which was this great natural oasis in the middle of the city. The thing I loved most were the fir trees. The were full of magic and had such wonderful stories inside them. I hope I can capture that magical vibe in my own writing.


1,000 Words: Travel

Poetry Month: “Weight”


I am sharing this again because it feels particularly poignant today.

Originally posted on The Spidereen Frigate:

In honor of National Poetry Month, I’ve decided to post this poem. Remember, poetry is for everyone.


I carry it with me.

It’s in my shoulders,

The knotted muscles that pull the s  p  i  n  e,

In my face, clenched jaw and deep fine lines.

I carry it with me in my hair,

Brittle, dull and undefined.

I carry it with me everywhere.

This burden only I can bear.

It hangs heavy—

This constant weight.

I carry it with me.

It’s in my guts.

The twisting pain that leaves you ragged,

In my chest, stiff ribs and shallow breath.

I carry it with me in my arms.

How small it looks, but oh, what heft!

This burden only I can bear.

I carry it with me everywhere.

It leaves me empty—

A   c  h  a  s  m   wide.

I carry it with me.

It’s in my hands.

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Find a Refuge

My commute to work is usually long and irritating. But today, as I rounded a curve in the road, the sun hit the red and orange treetops at just the right angle. The trees looked like they were burning slowly, like a small campfire. After another quarter mile, fog crept up the trunks and draped the canopy, and it looked like the trees were glowing.

It was a brief moment of peace and reflection during a stressful part of my day.

And then I got to work. I read the news; I got into the daily grind. I saw some rant on social media about politics. People shouted at me with digital megaphones: Murder, death, disease, and political outrage—social outrage—personal grievances.

My good mood evaporated. I found myself surrounded by negativity and it hurt. It physically hurt.

The news will always have disturbing headlines, and there is plenty of justification for social and political outrage, and an individual’s personal grievances should be addressed, always. I’m not saying these things shouldn’t be out there in the universe, or that I need a perfect, idyllic world to function in to feel good.

What I want to remind you all of is that it’s okay if this digital cacophony is too much sometimes. It’s okay to take a step back and remember the glow of the fall foliage in the sunlight. In fact, it’s needed.

Take a moment today to find a refuge, be it a peaceful moment in nature, a favorite passage from a book, or those first precious sips of coffee. Find the magic in your everyday life, find your joy, and take a moment to savor it.

Share it with others.


My cousin and his wife recently had a baby. I am periodically part of a group text that recieves cute pictures of the baby, which is great. I love seeing the little one’s progress. 

But because I am weird, I have to shake things up a little. I sent this picture of me to the group captioned “SQUASH BABY.” And thus unleashed a storm of hilarity around my adopted child, Butternut McSquash III, aka Harvey the Helluva Squash.

My favorite thing about this picture is my manic expression. 

Who else here sends random stupid photos to their family? It’s the height of comedy, really.

Also, does anyone have good squash recipes? Asking for a friend.

1,000 Words XIII: Family

Autumnal Poem

I was going to post this next poem with the picture that inspired it, but I don’t know where I put the picture and I couldn’t wait to share the poem with you all. It doesn’t have a title right now.

I thought it was appropriate to post on the first official day of fall. :)


Popcorn buttered the crisp autumn air

And music overwhelmed the dusk.

I walked among these others, all wide-eyed and sweet

Red sweater, golden corduroys,

Fresh airbrush tattoo on my right hip—

How scandalous; how trite.

Laughing and sighing and friend-making,

I trailed in the wake of a social goddess,

Noting, with surprise, I was just as lithe as she,

My smile just as bright.

Together, we were the belles of the Fall Fest,

Freshman Cinderellas painting the quad red.

I watched the foam joust,

Princes battering each other with giant cotton swabs,

And thought: This could be where I belong.

This place, where I realized I was beautiful

In the one, short hour before the gathering night,

When I was unafraid.

Autumn on the stream