I keep waking up in the middle of the night. Sometimes from the acid ravaging my esophagus from some annoying … More
Tag: home
amoeba.
When we enter into deep relationship, we cast ourselves under somewhat of a microscope. As we cohabitate and learn the … More
artifacts.
The sky is a sorbet of bright white clouds and silky grey with strips of unripened blueberry through the tall, … More
Lack.
Yesterday I was awakened from a hazy sleep with a text from my landlord asking if I had a check ready … More
Nook.
This week I shared drinks on the sunlit porch of Hank’s conversing about life, work, projects and everything in between. When my … More
Shell.
As my mom and I walked outside her house across craggy little Washington rocks along the beach in Gig … More
Home.
When I began my stint in real estate, people began saying one of two things: “Oh, it’ll be just like … More
Grateful.
I’m spending my first Autumn (although it feels like Winter) back in Washington since my move to the Kingdom of … More
Something new.
Over the past few months I have been working my little caboose off towards something I am extremely, legitimately excited … More
Unconditional.
This last week I got to spend time with my sister, Hilary, and my brother in law, Ron at their … More