…driving through the vast, baking sagebrush sea under hazy blue skies, I felt a long-forgotten twinge of feeling. It was the feeling of traveling cross-country, untethered from home. It was the feeling that I could do anything, go anywhere, my possibilities, endless…
It’s my last day of quarantine before I return to the office on Monday. I’m working from the porch before it gets too hot. Aside
Hiraeth. Who knew it’s a thing? Maybe Ruby did. Yes, I’m quite certain she did. Does. Hiraeth. A longing for a home you can’t return
I was reaching deep into my pocket of thoughts this morning when my fingers closed around this necklace: “be the girl that goes for it”.
“…Two days before the conference began, driving south through the chilly fog of California’s North Coast, I still hadn’t been able to write the required 2,500 word essay for the class. The only thing I had were words – about 8,000 of them – written in my blog as fodder for my memoir. So I pieced them together until my eyes got scratchy and lost focus, there in the quaint little motel that catered to vacationing families and cannabis dealers in the Emerald Triangle to connect with growers…”
Step One: I finally caught the Professor’s crud: sore throat, fatigue, laryngitis, and all that stuff. Step Two: My knee continued to hurt when I