Even on the clearest of Seattle mornings I can often see the fog rolling away over the ocean, while the smell of fresh fish still lingers on the morning dew. I live near Ballard and the docks where the Deadliest Catch boats tie up, and gruff fisherman unload their loot. Mornings when I wake up with the windows open, I'm … Continue reading No time for sleep in Seattle
Planning a trip to Washington, D.C. can be a complicated endeavor, especially when 56 students from 12 different countries are involved. When the plans for the trip began some time last October, we began by reaching out to the museums, the White House, Pentagon and the like, explaining our unique group of travelers that would … Continue reading What does it mean to be an American?
Sometimes I feel that I left my voice in graduate school. Perhaps I left it behind when I learned the German language. I wouldn’t say that I found my voice on my blog, though. My voice was found through four years of school in creative writing classes, and studying abroad in Germany where professors were … Continue reading Where do I find my voice?
In my mind, I was in the cycling scene from American Flyers, a peloton of trained athletes tucked into compression shorts, sparkling white shoes clipped into metal contraptions, gliding around on the 16lb flying machines we call road bikes. But that’s not exactly what it looked like. In fact, when I started riding with the people … Continue reading Clipping in, Cannondale and Shimano
Now I don’t get your morals, and I don’t get your words You’re surrounded by a world that plays low blows and reverbs. That’s not a fair playing field, and no one is right, But like cattle to slaughter We back down from the fight. We fall into greed, we suffer from envy Don’t know … Continue reading Can Lambs Become Lions?
It’s time to answer some of the questions about my recent vegetarianism. My reasoning behind it is even longer than my recent job descriptions. It isn't really a new and sudden thing, it has been a long battle. In high school I raised beef cattle and show-lambs for the local fair. These eventually paid my … Continue reading Why an Educated Cowgirl Out West Went Vegetarian on Thanksgiving
I sat under my tree today. The prickly Acacia tree blocked out the sun. Its sparse leaves and thorns sheltered me from the 100-degree sun. My childhood dogs, all now six feet under, kept me company. A curl of my overgrown pixie haircut caught a puff of the wind and dangled over my eyebrow. Hair seems … Continue reading A Story About Dogs
September 5th, 2013 Saint Jean Pied de Port —> Pamplona (70.5 km, 43.8 miles) It feels like it's been so long since Saint Jean Pied de Port, France. Really, it was just September 3rd, it was a Tuesday. We are now in Pamplona. We arrived in France on the Ryanair flight out of Dublin around noon, … Continue reading The Camino
Poesie Sans, Souci 