the Nixionary

I’ve been in Sitka for three days and have woken twice to the optimism brought here by the sun. Yesterday, Natalie and her two-year-old twins and I hiked up above town, stopping to yell “poop!” at dog poop and to sling rocks into a trickling stream. At the end of our hike, we walked to [...]

I’ve been swimming a lot lately. Last week, though, Denver Public Schools let out for summer, which poses problems for us lap swimmers at La Familia. The lifeguards only block off three lanes, so the other half of the pool is filled with wriggling fleshy  kids.
What disturbs me is that some of them can’t swim, [...]

It’s weird to move out of your house when you’re still living in it. This is what happens every year. Luke leaves for Alaska, and I bounce between my house or a friend’s or my parents’, depending on the night, depending on how much I’d like to be alone. This year is especially odd. My [...]

I should be working on my thesis. Instead, I made tea and filled a bath, started reading Orhan Pamuk’s Istanbul–a book about a city made of memories, photographs, and unused rooms. Unlike most writers who seem to go to the most incredible places en route to some story, Pamuk has never left Istanbul. Lives in [...]

At the Lighthouse blog for why I cried the other night:
Cloudy with a Chance of Crying