May 20th, 2017.
Tonight was an amazing night of music and performance at the Bolton Hill Open Mic. Truly stunning – and it makes me want to do thing better, it makes me
February 28th, 2017.
It’s a perfect morning. Or at least close to one. My shower was hot and lengthy and I used the shampoo that tingles. My omelet was perfect, coming out of
January 22nd, 2017.
I am not a pussy-hat wearer, a snarky sign-maker, a shouter of chants or a rabble-rouser. I admire the power of a “Nasty Woman;” I don’t identify with being an
January 21st, 2017.
SO, I’m bad about taking things personally. I try not to. But I read into things. I have gotten into the bad habit of assuming the worst. It’s a social
October 28th, 2016.
Last night we went to see the Indigo Girls. Let me repeat that. Cause holy crap. Last night, October 27th, 2016, Kristen and I went to see the Indigo Girls
September 24th, 2016.
I absolutely THINK I slept last night. I’m pretty convinced of the fact. But I’m definitely FEELING like I could probably climb back into bed for another couple of hours.
August 13th, 2016.
Oh gigs. Weird gigs wild gigs loud gigs quiet gigs. Climbing gigs? Only a few gigs have involved climbing and those had sort of petered out as we got more
February 4th, 2016.
I’ve been having nightmares. This is vaguely related to age, but peripherally. I’m turning 41. That means I’m too old to renew my license by mail and had to go
April 5th, 2015.
We’ve been running hard for a couple of days now and my mouth tastes like too much coffee and my eyes feel like too little sleep. I-90 west has us
August 28th, 2014.
What a beautiful night last night. Plus or minus it being the hottest one of the summer or so. You know, it’s been like, in the low 80s for the