For a little over two years I've thought on and off about starting a podcast. I purchased what I now realized to be an almost vintage version of Podcasts for Dummies. I've saved different equipment to my Amazon 'buy later' cart... and I've thought about it, a lot. Finally, I've decided that there's no time… Continue reading The Podcast Project
Month: September 2020
Sunday Best 9/6/2020
A spur of the moment kind of morning. Nick woke me up at 10:30. I stayed up way too late, but still got my 8 hours... Puhtzed for a hot moment, talked to a friend for almost an hour about mathematics, education, board games, and goals. Spent a little while deciding what two wear out.… Continue reading Sunday Best 9/6/2020
Binge Watch 2020
I'm sure I speak for more than just myself when I say I've watched more TV since March, than perhaps I've watched in my whole life. And while I will admit that LOTS of it is outdated, just okay, or wasn't worth watching at all... there have also been some true gems, and I thought… Continue reading Binge Watch 2020
Activism Actions: From one White Person to Another, Day 6
*disclosure: This is an excerpt from a journal I kept the second week of June 2020. I spent this week starting a journey to understand and educate myself on racism in America and world wide, to understand my own racism and to start to work that I will be doing everyday for the rest of… Continue reading Activism Actions: From one White Person to Another, Day 6
A Unique Kind of Writers Block
I have so much written and saved in the drafts. So much of it is so incredibly heavy. Grief laden or social justice demanding. It's what flows most easily from my head and heart right now. I need to find more ways to break it up. It's not exactly good for me I don't think.… Continue reading A Unique Kind of Writers Block
Writing my Grief: Day 4
Today's prompt focuses on the senses, particularly how certain smells connect with your grief Dad, It’s a Saturday morning, not too early. I’ve started the kettle to heat water for coffee. In the meantime I make my way to my desk, by the window, you remember. I’m sitting down and the movement in the air… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 4
Age 25: More Like Mom
Let's start by introducing my mom. I've written a considerable amount about my dad since he passed away. He's become an ever present force in a way he wasn't when he was alive. My mom, though, she's been around since day one, and in my advancing years... ( a joke, sorta ) I find myself… Continue reading Age 25: More Like Mom
Storm Spotlight
Tomorrow is September and 49 weeks ago Storm joined our little family. He was the start of something wonderful and representative of so much more than any of us realized. He's definitely not just an ordinary cat. When we first decided to get a cat, I'd been watching the local shelter postings for weeks. I… Continue reading Storm Spotlight
Writing my Grief: Racism, Violence, and the Shit.
Dad, This isn’t really related, but I wanted to say it. The whole world is grieving right now. You told me once that I felt what the world felt. I do. You told me it wasn’t a bad thing. You told me I needed to know that about myself. Might have been one of your… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Racism, Violence, and the Shit.
An Almost Millennial
Fanny packs, bike shorts, scrunchies, and butterfly clips... Take 2. But I’m not even 30. Thoughts from an almost millennial.
Coffee & Conundrums 