Living close to the 45th parallel, there's a scent sometimes - often on cool mornings after rainy nights - that appears and transports me to a sacred place. (Also close to the 45th parallel.) It happened the other morning, as I walked out to get the mail. Earthy. Fresh. Crisp. Full of possibility. Uncanny. That… Continue reading Coming (no-longer) home
confronting cringe in all aspects of life
alive. awake. uncomfortable. 