It was 11am on a Sunday. Ashley and I were hiking in the snow along a trail just south of Wallowa Lake in eastern Oregon. The way we knew we were still on a trail, some trail, and not just trailblazing our way up the
The new year is here (and somehow we’re already nearly two weeks in) and I’m happy to report that with it I have resolutions I wish to share here on the blog. But first: creating resolutions (not to mention keeping them) has never really been my thing.
He approached the register. “Yes sir,” I said. “Can I help you with anything?” He said he was borrowing his daughter’s bike for the week and that it was making funny noises and not shifting right. His accent came from his side of the country.
During the Fall of 2010 I fell in love. It was silly how easy it was. Crazy even: a short drive, a salesman, a point, a swipe, a contract, a lifestyle. Stepping out of the retail store with a bag around my wrist and it
Recently, I read a short article on how to write with style. In it, Kurt Vonnegut’s 8 Keys to the Power of the Written Word were mentioned. It was a great read. Some points hit home, namely: Find a Subject You Care About. Vonnegut said:
August, 2013 Medium height. Thin. Jeans, a white collar, a navy blazer. He had old red hair that was recently cut. He stood in front of my display holding his chin like he was looking at Rembrandt. “I love it,” he said, walking over. “Thanks.”
In three and a half weeks I am going on an adventure: I am moving back to Portland. If you didn’t already know that, now you do. About a month ago, I was accepted to Portland State University as a post-baccalaureate student with the intent
February 5, 2014 When I moved from Fullerton to Los Angeles in April of 2013 I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to move back. It was a resolving feeling to drive away from my old apartment, like kicking the dirt off my shoes
People have stories—every single one of us. It takes a voice, a desire, and belief in ourselves to make our stories known, but it only takes a set of ears to make them heard. We are all vapors with pages meant to be shared with
Feel free to play this track ^ by my friends La De Les while reading. There are varying opinions about what it means to be an introvert or an extrovert. Frankly, I wonder if we aren’t just both sometimes. He scribbled that down.