I’m sitting in my dimly lit living room with M83 playing in the background, grapefruit La Croix in reach, snuggled into … More
Author: Anna Mischke
Shell.
As my mom and I walked outside her house across craggy little Washington rocks along the beach in Gig … More
The thrum.
7:40pm I imagine the heavy thrum I hear when inside an airplane being similar to that of what a … More
Home.
When I began my stint in real estate, people began saying one of two things: “Oh, it’ll be just like … More
The family tree.
It wasn’t until getting off the phone with our dear family friend, Tina, yesterday that I realized that I had … More
The bells.
This weekend was special for a few reasons: the biggest, having the honor of being with my amazing family-to-be. Spending time … More
Open house.
Take one look at my planner and you’ll understand why I’d like to schedule my coffee with you two weeks … More
Dad, year six.
It has been six years today since my dad, Hal, died. It feels like that time has passed in a heartbeat … More
A year.
Once in a while I’ll get an email from WordPress exclaiming “Your stats are booming!” and I can only scratch … More
Grateful.
I’m spending my first Autumn (although it feels like Winter) back in Washington since my move to the Kingdom of … More