da plane, boss!

…I do remember feeling slightly like a bad influence (not the first or last time during our friendship!), but also, the waves of freedom and youth and happiness flowing around us. … Continue reading

Little boy blue and the man in the moon

You fall a little bit in love with your child the moment the little life is noted inside you. Continue reading

hello, darlings

I’m pretty much positive that my belief that I’m actually learning Icelandic is very, very wrong, and I’m going to get there and I’m just going to sound like the Sweedish Chef. Continue reading

Some words…Sunday?

It’s not going to make me appear any more normal, but I woke up out of a dead sleep saying “Just shut your mouth and grab the rope, Bill Cosby!” and for whatever reason, that made me laugh and laugh and laugh. (Note: do not take two-years-expired cold medicine, no matter how badly you want to sleep.) Continue reading

good and safe

I see the thin, glowing line of this season of our lives stretching out. I see a season of so many exciting firsts, and the ache of lasts… Continue reading

born to be wild

“You are Wild,” said the Wind. “You are untamed; vibrant and wild and alive and dangerous. You are your own kind of beauty, with vibrant colours and deep, dark swatches of reds. You are life and wisdom, foolishness and uncertainty. You are alive and you are hope.” Continue reading

Sojourner’s Song

The note said, “Here is the road you must take. Be joyful and at peace.” This journey I am on is not about me. It is me. Continue reading

It came from the swamp

I once ate a live snail, picked straight from the swamp. We should stop talking about it because now I’ve got that terrible feeling that a snail lives inside me all over again… Continue reading

jesus take the… passenger seat

“Are you, by any chance, a psycho axe murderer who is attempting to abduct strangers into your vehicle/who is planning to slice my throat while I drive you to the next mutually-agreeable location?” Continue reading

To This Day—Get a better mirror

If you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer
stare a little longer—because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying,
despite everyone who told you to quit;
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong” Continue reading