When I was 15 my family moved from Lyon, France to Portland and I arrived at my first day in high school a shy and sensitive girl.  After my first day, I came home and immediately broke into tears, feeling like square peg in a round hole, and certain I would not find my community at Westview High School.    On my second day, when I sat down to eat ( Read more... )

I spent some time looking back over my blog today, and found an entry about my progress in becoming a grown up.  Here's an updated list ( Read more... )

So, I'm a little bit embarrased to post this, but enough time has passed, and I feel like it's too funny not to post.  When I first got to Colorado, I started dating this guy that does structural integration, which is an energy/bodywork series, not unlike massage therapy.  He was a little far on the holistic healer side of things, but I thought his ( Read more... )

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She was nervous when she got on the plane in Juneau.  Having stopped in the bathroom to carefully style her hair and scrutinize the imperfections on her face, she felt alive and exhilerated.  It had been five months since their tearful goodbye, though she remembered it like it was only five hours ( Read more... )

I don't understand the phrase, "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."  As if marriage is some sort of life starting marker.  Why don't you just enjoy spending your lives together right now?

Live in the now!

a couple things ( Read more... )

oh my god.

a few things ( Read more... )

the denver mint doesn't offer tours on the weekends.

where the hell are my tax dollars going?

fuck that shit.

love,

Sarah