Dear Seattle, It’s been really great to see you again. The last time we met, you were cold, grey, rainy and full of tents. And I was definitely in a dark space. Although I've always kinda loved your classic morose days, I must admit your blue skies have been glorious. The other day, I was …
Searching for Body, Mind and Soul Food in Scotland
Once upon a time, a Louisiana-Seattle-New York woman attempted to go back in time but instead found herself heading toward the future. Turns out, learning how to drive a stick really is pretty useful. Magnificent sunsets. Sunrise at 8:30am. Dizzying roundabouts. And maddeningly flip-flopped everything, from the side of the car to the side of …
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Does the Sun Ever Shine in Seattle?
"Sunny" (↓Jump to Video↓) It finally hit me. I do not want to be in Seattle. How often I’ve dreamed of returning, and only a few days after doing so, I want to leave. I want to go home. There's no sunshine in Seattle. It's only wind and rain and darkness. I knew that, but …
The Writings on the Bathroom Wall
A few of my latrinalia (bathroom wall art) findings from the women's bathroom walls of my latest university.
Morning Birdsong
Saturday, April 4, 2020, around 8am. There are now over one-million confirmed cases of Covid-19 in more than 200 countries. Media outlets teeter-totter from doom and gloom to hope and compassion. The neighbors are getting restless, the pool has been cleaned twice this week (including once yesterday by the singing pool guy) and Nana and …
Life in a Brave New World
Have you ever wanted the world to stop spinning, just for a little bit, so you could catch your breath? Well, be careful what you ask for. Yesterday I had a lovely conversation with a very good friend in Scotland. While I’m not unaware of the doom and gloom plaguing the world and our news …
Finding Lost Family
March, 1988 We knew it all along, didn’t need a judge to tell us. But maybe he did. Besides, it was a way for me to finally meet him, my dad. When he walked inside the courtroom that day in 1988, I knew right away that it was him. He was bigger than the man …
Strong. Brave. Proud?
Time to get real. My past posts have been personal, but this is something different. It's about my recent visit to see my uncle in prison. And if you would rather look up cookie recipes than read about something darker, then I completely understand. There's a lot of dark stuff out there already; cookies sometimes …
Biscuits + Yesterday + Tomorrow = Today
Living in the past is not an option. For years now, the universe has been telling me to get rid of stuff. It's necessary as part of my life's mission. I still don't know what that mission is, but the universe, or else that little voice inside my head, has been pretty loud and clear. …
Biscuit-Makin’ Nana
Nana hasn't made me biscuits in ages, and she missed it. Me too! These days, I'm usually the one cooking her meals. So this morning, here she is bright and early in the kitchen. Just a couple bickies though 'cause I unfortunately no longer have the metabolism of a six-year-old. She even managed to pull …
Biscuits + Brioche 