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I started a band today. (For real!) Really, I started months ago, asking someone about messing around and trying out some music together....

Not only did meet some ladies on the beach (beverages in tow, many, many topics on the table, we, beach blanket), but I also did my...

We drove to Duluth today, separately, the way we’ve been living our lives. That sounds cryptic and moody, but we were meeting with a...

I walked back to my car, still parked outside the office, and suddenly looked up: There was Pat, oftentimes-serious dentist, making...

Naming all the Fears. Like the First Woman in her garden. Like a child lining up toys. Like a poet calling out constellations. Like a...

I ran today. Like, for real jogging running. And I didn’t hate it. I didn’t spend my energy wishing I could quit (and then quitting,...

To say all the things you’re ashamed of, all the little failings of focus, all the ways you Should Know Better (and do)– it’s a relief....

I ate raspberries right off the bush, hand-to-mouth in the most lovely way: here’s the good earth supporting me, and making so much...

I don’t generally text OMG– never, really. But when I went to the local thrift store I not only found a sweet little blue and white...

A friend asked, “what’s something you’re grateful for today?,” and I answered, “my little work community.” We were all tired and in favor...

A black fedora, bought at a thrift store for maybe $10, that transforms everyone who wears it into a Fosse dancer. Soany compliments....

You don’t have to do all the plans. Friends come to visit and you don’t have to see them if it doesn’t feel right. The point is the joy...

I met my kid on the library lawn, where he had spent the afternoon. I feel like I should have a sharper memory of exactly what he said,...

The day feels dotted with tender moments that resist being written down, fixed in place. It’s cliché to say they are like butterflies,...

I read Women Who Run With the Wolves on a blanket at the edge of Mink Lake. (Warmth and sloshing waves and once even a butterfly that...

A walk in the dark next to a familiar, or at least friendly shadow. Only a few cars lighting us up as they drove by far too fast. A...

Gallons and quarts of paint. But first, spackle. For all the bumps and bruises, all the bubbles left from a rush job. It’s more fun to...