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Archive for September, 2008

September 29th, 2008 by me

Catching up, or a post without segues.

Some days I wish life was just a series of bullets:  you tick them off, one by one, boom boom boom.  And done.  Life should go that fast, that succinctly.  Plus you don’t have to provide continuity or a story arc with bullets.  You just write, bulletize, and go.  Done.  See? I’m in the edit […]

September 29th, 2008 by me

100 x365 #5: Reed Porter’s friend

Fourth grade crushes are nightmares, aren’t they?  You were probably the geekiest kid in the class, you with your button-down buttoned all the way up, and your glasses.  You had the misfortune to pal around with probably the smoothest kid in the class, the one I had glimmerings of interest in.  And you had the […]

September 25th, 2008 by me

100 x365 #4: The Hitchhiker Guy

Was it your tattered cardboard sign, your worn guitar, or your dirty backpack? People at that Nebraska interstate rest stop were ignoring you.  You came holding your Cup O’ Ramen, about to sit down and enjoy lunch.  I saw dreadlocks, patched dirty jeans, and tired sweat.  Then I saw your eyes, startlingly blue, and your […]

September 24th, 2008 by me

100 x365 #3: Mrs. Morton

I take comfort from the knowledge that you are probably dead now.  Impossibly old with an impossibly impenetrable face to match, I could never figure out just what it took to please you.  You gave me my only “F” ever, and in English, too!  I’m surprised I’m still capable of writing at all after that […]

September 23rd, 2008 by me


A few nights ago, Matthew and I drove up to Whistler.  His dad owns a condo there that Matthew is free to use whenever no one else is there, and the weekend we spent there together the first time I visited him here in Vancouver last year remains one of my standout memories.  For one […]

September 18th, 2008 by me


I just received an email about a spiritual conference near San Francisco that months ago I promised to attend.  I wanted to be one of the presenters for the conference but they already had a full slate, so I contented myself with agreeing to attend for nearly-free and volunteering to help out.  There are a […]

September 17th, 2008 by me

100×365 #2: Jennifer R.

Looking now at your photo, you must have been the total nerd that I was.  We went our separate ways when in separate schools with separate interests; you completely lost me at “cheerleader.”  But for three years I loved the braided country oval rag rug in your livingroom, and the guinea pigs that ate their […]

September 17th, 2008 by me


It’s an incredibly freeing thought, realizing that I have the power and opportunity right now to be anyone I want to. So much of my past was spent in being who I thought I had to be. With the sky as the limit, who am I now?  And doesn’t defining that become yet a new […]

September 16th, 2008 by me

100×365 #1: Karen Stasko

I wanted to be you and I wanted to get as far away as possible away from you.  In 7th grade you called me a baby, knowing that the word would shoot straight into my soul leaving me shattered into a million pieces of shameful skipped-a-grade not-quite puberty.  You knew my vulnerabilities and you used […]

September 12th, 2008 by me

The pressure of self is a weighty thing

Not being the sort to wait things out too much before jumping in, I’ve been throwing around links to this blog with abandon this week as if this newborn blog is something long-established.  The piece I’m filling in inside my head but that’s clearly missing to the public is that I HAD a blog.  I […]