Tuesday, December 13, 2022

Friday, May 20, 2022



Life's pretty alright.

Changing positions at work and it feels like a step up. Not that my current position is a step down, I'm just eager that this new job is even more suited to my strengths. I'll be getting clients, mostly from the group homes, out into the community. They've promised me a flexible schedule and I'm super stoked.

I have a client I spend 27 hours a week with. He's moving this week and I'm going to miss the heck out of that guy.

I'm getting eager for a few trips coming up this month. I've got a list of people I've been promising to visit for years (minimum of 4 years each - except A&A, longest is 6 years). Main stops are Bellingham, Haines, Blake Island, and Wapato Lake. With my new schedule I plan to have four day weekends so I can visit Tucker with ease.

Joe is still super cool. I love that guy. Marriage was a good idea. We recently remodeled our downstairs bathroom. It's just a downstairs bathroom, but now it feels really nice. Tiled floors and shower, and yesterday Joe installed a new heater/fan in the ceiling which is so luxurious because the room gets toasty! So handy for a basement.

Wilco, Porter, and Eli still hang out and are also cool. Wilco is fun but also.. man... having a reactive dog makes travel and hosting a pain. I really wish everyone and their tiny little kid babies could come visit without any worries. 

Tomorrow we go skydiving and I'll see my brother as well.

Mental health has been quite good. Quite manageable.

I really miss dancing and hope to be dancing this summer. That is the plan.

Got a garden plot at the church! It's got higher fences than we have so it hopefully keeps the deer out in a way I can't at my house.

Mom's birthday is soon and I forgot to ship her present! And a card!!!! I better do that now.

I rearranged my bedroom again. It's my favourite thing to do. The fleece is for the ever-shedding pets.

Sunday, March 20, 2022

Life Events That Impacted My Life the Most

2001 - CCB

2003 - Anne Carpenter

2006 - Gidol/Bopsta

2007 - Switzerland

2010 - Contra/Blues

2012 - L'Abri/Alaska

2013 - Travel Year

2014 - Car Crash

2016 - Met Joe

2018 - Astoria

The Story of the Childhood Home Being Sold

I started this post in 2019, but never added wordy-words. Most those super-cute kids huddled around the inflatable kangaroo are going to college next year. 

It's 3/20/2022. Here's the brief words. My folks decided it was time to pack up after some 30 years in Kenmore and move to Yakima, where family is and a lot more Republicans to agree with them. Ian had moved to Port Orchard and I was in Oregon. Jokingly, I posted my parent's listing for sale on Facebook, asking if anyone wanted to buy their house. A friend reached out, said that she and a couple other pals were going to check it out. It was too outlandish for me to happy-dream of it panning out but, by golly, a couple of my friends bought my parent's house!

It's like a dream. They're incredible folks and take great care of it. They've been improving it where it definitely needed to be improved and are making it an even better place. So. Cool.

I think this picture was taken in high school.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

2021 Movies

 I went to the movies a lot this year. These are the 2021 movies I saw.

Godzilla vs King Kong

Peter Rabbit 2


Jungle Cruise

Free Guy



Adams Family 2

Ron's Gone Wrong


Ghostbusters: Afterlife


West Side Story

Spider-Man: No Way Home

The three I enjoyed the most (not necessarily the best -- just based on enjoyment) were West Side Story, Free Guy, and West Side Story.

Thursday, December 23, 2021


I had a list of ideas in my head of ah-I-could-do-a-blog-post but then I realized I haven't even gotten my yearly newsletter act together.

Thing is... like... nothing happened this year of note.

Job is the same. Friends are the same.
Joe and I did go to Easter Washington for around a week.... that was cool.

So I need to do more thinking, or I might just scratch the whole idea and send off a photograph of us at On Tots.

Monday, January 20, 2020

An Accurate Account of 2019

2019 was my first full year in Astoria and my first full year being married to Joey. It was my first full year away from a psychiatrist or regular counselor and I didn't go to Canada. 2018 was almost a full year, but 2019 was way more established.

Here are updates.


Turns out being married is way better than I thought it would be. I went into it knowing it would be a lot of work, and it is, but turns out I overestimated on how much work and toil it would be (so far can only speak of the first couple years). Honestly, I thought I was going to be a lot more miserable.... I'm not miserable.

Joey and I make a good team. I'm one to quarrel and I found someone I knew I could quarrel fairly with. Our disagreements can be productive and we make-up fast.

He's continues to be supportive beyond what I ever even expected in a partner and it rocks. Sometimes he drives me nuts too and I'm throwing that in there because this is to be an accurate documentation of 2019. Generally he's excellent at making me laugh. He respects me for what I do and values it.

On my end, I'm learning how to be a partner. Joe's the first partner I've ever had, in any romantic sense, and it's been a steep learning curve. The biggest lesson I've been learning is that he's living his life and that it's his -- especially his free time, that's especially his. I'm learning to not be so bossy.

We go on a lot of dates. I think we go on too many dates.


I play piano almost every day. I have a giant fake book of Broadway tunes (645 songs) and a giant Disney book. That's pretty much all I've touched. I like to play and sing to myself and it makes me happy. I don't touch the cello as much, but have plans to in 2020.

This year I listened to a lot of Goodbye Stranger by Supertramp. I heard it at Buoy. I also love marching band music!

Big Events

My parents move to Yakima and it upset me a lot but it was a bit easier to digest because my friends bought my childhood home from them.


Joe and I both volunteer regularly at the local radio station. I'm there on Mondays and it's a highlight of my week. I work the front desk and basically get to hang out and talk to really cool people. Sometimes I put stickers on things. They make me feel like I belong and it's a nice feeling and so I told my new job that when I go "full time," I can't really go "full time" because I need Mondays off so I can volunteer.

Joey does a late Friday night show and I think his world kinda revolves around it now.

Making Money

I have two jobs.

1) I work in a group home, pretty much. I was gonna quit and put in notice because it was too hard on my body, but my coworkers and bosses wanted me to stay and supported me by making the job not-physical for me. I work with folks living with developmental disabilities. I could never say this at work, but I love them to bits and I also adore my coworkers. I've never worked with a group like this and it's really fun! I feel appreciated and supported and I feel good about the work I do. Can't go wrong serving others.

My other job is a nanny to a 2.5 year old child. She brings me an incredible amount of joy and I delight in my hours with her. I enjoy supporting her as she learns to communicate her needs and feelings and create nurturing days. We do a lot of spinning, a lot of jumping, a lot of joking. I tend to get all awkward when her folks are around and am learning to just sort of swallow my pride, there, and move on. I know I'm doing her good -- working with vulnerable populations, I have to feel like I'm doing my best for them, because they're depending on me to give them the best. She gets a baby brother in March and then I'll leave my other job to be with this family more often.

I feel good about what I do and my place in society.


Eli continues to kill animals. This year I ran across the street to the neighbor and his workcrew in desperation after Eli got a squirrel. Bless the Costco executive who picked it up and put it in a bag for me. Eli loves to be outside and will ring the bell that hangs by the door over and over until we let him out. He likes to get in fights. He loves it when Wilco licks the inside of his ear.

Wilco has been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and takes Prozac. He's totally obnoxious and totally brilliant. He's become excellent on a leash and can do long walks without pulling. He charms everyone he meets but isn't so easily charmed himself. He can now do long days at home alone which we avoid as much as possible, but is good to know he can do if we need it. Eli is a cat.

Porter joined us in May and it wasn't till around October that he really became a member of the pack and showed all his colors. He's a total gem of a cat and loves to cuddle for as long as we'll stay still. He's remained an indoor cat. He loves to sit by the window and chirp at the birds he sees out there. He's still wary of Wilco (smart cat), but now they coexist much more peacefully.

We got rid of our 5 gallon tank and got a 15 and a 30 (or more?) gallon tank. Joey loves his fish. I hate dead fish. Now, when you walk in the front door, you just got this massive fish tank there to welcome you. The African Dwarf frogs are adorable.

Frankie, Hannah's cat, lived with us for a while. She is too cute!

Regular Activities

I regularly go on walks around town, in the forest, and sometimes at the beach.
Walking has been a thing I do for fun since high school.

The other regular activity I do is cleaning. I spend hours and hours putting around the house and feeling good about it. Yesterday I reorganized the entire buffet that's devoted to the pets.


Local friends that hang out with me outside of any organized thing are Geri, Nyk, Sara, Elizabeth, and Celeste. Some of them were only 2-4 times in a year, but they're friends so they count. I also have amazing neighbors that make my world go round!

Geri is my next door neighbor and we hang out more often than not, it seems.


My neighbors are the biggest dream come true. They deserve their own post -- but they truly tangibly are there for me in every way and I feel loved and supported by them.

House Updates

Joey painted the breakfast nook ceiling sky blue. I made curtains for the dining room. We moved the piano to the dining room. New white carpet on the main level and stairs! Joey built a new wall in the basement to make his studio and got carpet in there as well. Pruned the giant rhododendron in the front yard. At some point, 2018 or 2019, Joey built a modular bookcase and it is gorgeous.


The world is messed up and I hate our president. Deep down I think the whole world will cease to function in the next decade or whatever and it keeps me from investing in my future.


 Joey and I traveled to Hawaii for a few weeks as a belated honeymoon in February, a gift from friends I met in Alaska. We loved hanging out on their farm and our roadtrips, circumnavigating the Big Island. There were a lot of baby sheep and also dead baby sheep.

Joey and I celebrated our first anniversary at Swantown Inn in Olympia, Washington, a gift from my brother and his girlfriend. A highlight were the delicious breakfasts and playing games in the living room.

Margaret did one trip across the mountains to Yakima to see her folk... why did this become third person. I went to Yakima! It was very Yakima-y.

Wilco and I did a summer campout with my family for a week at Riffe Lake in Washington. He ended up sleeping with my folks in their trailer while I slept in the tent. This was mind blowing because my dad is not a dog person -- at all. Not a bit.

Joey and I took a train trip across the country with stops in Chicago, DC, Richmond, Annapolis, and Chesapeake. We were grateful for all of the friends and Couchsurfing folks who hosted us.

Christmas took us back up to Washington to visit both sides of the family.

Writing all of that, I realize that we traveled a hell of a lot more than I gave myself credit for. All of our dog and cat sitters are saints!


I still haven't figured out how to feed myself or cook regularly or shop regularly and then eat that food. Still alive, though!


We both still love taking baths to relax and are known to draw each other baths as a way of encouraging self care.


We now have a native plant garden in our front yard! I'm proud of it.


We've been honoured to host a bajillion people this year. Musicians, friends, family, friends of friend... it's one of our favourite things!

Any other words?

This year I learned a lot more to love past Margaret. She was goofy, she was awkward, she was self absorbed, she was predictable, she was loving, she was creative, she was whimsical, and she is a part of who I am now. She also did a lot of things I am not proud of, some things that were downright wrong. I want to learn to love her even more, forgive her, as I also learn to love who I am today.

I don't have any resolutions, though I do want to break out the cello more often. It's January 2020 and I've already done much of a quilt, so I think sewing will be a large part of my year as well. I want to tackle some of my anxieties this year or learn to live with them... but since I'm not happy with them, I think putting energy towards changing things will benefit me more than accepting how things are.

Are we having babies soon? Currently, as we see the world, we can not even fathom having biological children. 2023 we'll discuss foster children. Though everything changes, and can change.


I've had an all around writers block for the past five months or so. Stuff doesn't come out and, when it does, I hate it and I delete it. I've had ideas in my head, though. I wanna see if getting them out on here, where I used to throw all of my ideas out to the world, can unclog something.

Worth a shot?
Give it a bit of a go here.. trying to sort of loosen things up for February. I got two letters I'm itching to write.

I got a couple of ideas.
Hey Tucker.

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Documenting That Time I Got Engaged

Well, you already know the end of this story -- I'm engaged.
Pretty weird, eh? It is to me, still.

I was at the baby shower for Joe's cousin, Molly, when I got to talking with Leanne, his sister, and we decided that we (her family, Joey, and I) should all do something together. "Something fall!" she declared (that is not a direct quote).

Apple picking was the activity of choice.
Jones Creek Farm was where we were headed.

Leading up to the event, I was suspicious of a proposal -- but then Joey smashed that to bits and pieces (along with my heart). The preceding week, Joey had to tell me all sorts of lies and my brain got twisted seeing if it was true or not. Overall, I'm glad he did.

Why get engaged? Because this works - we make a good team.

What drew me to him was his  desire to grow. That's something that lacked in other men I had casually dated. I could see him actively working towards becoming a better person, figuring out how to navigate the world in new ways. He encouraged growth in me. He also loves hard, so hard. He put himself out on a limb and didn't play games. He was straightforward about intentions and it's been that way the entire time I've been with him. He gets me. There's other characteristics I could highlight (wise, patient, etc) but I'll spare y'all.

Driving up to the Skagit Valley, the weather seemed fair. We stopped at the Skagit Valley Food Co-op for a lunch because it was getting late and I've got issues remembering to eat enough.

We took the turn east from I-5 to highway 20. I love this area, and, really, any area without traffic. As we started down the small highway, the clouds moved in thick and it started to pour. By the time we reached Jones Creek Farm, it was a full on down pour, thick drops running on full in sheets.

This is where being an outdoor teacher comes in handy. I was able to throw on my waterproof suit (Grundens, Patagonia, Bogs unite!) and Joey had his work boots and a good coat. As we were waiting for his family to arrive, we got the lay of the land. The orchard owners helped us figure out which varieties would be suitable for canning apple sauce and drying. Turns out we were to go seek out the Spartan apples.

The rain continued to pound down and when the rest of the crew arrived, we headed out into the orchard. You were allowed to sample apples, so a highlight might have been picking apples for just a few bites and then sharing it and nabbing another to compare with.

We filled up bag after bag and every single thought I had even fathomed of a proposal was long, long gone. At this point, it was all apples, thunder, and lightning.

We finally had our bags filled and it was time to go home. We enjoyed the rain, but with a baby in tow, you only want to try your luck for so long.

Joey went around the corner with Evan and came back. He said he had to talk about something with me.

Oh shoot. I'm in trouble. That's the first thought that ever comes to mind when someone needs to pull me aside to talk about something. Is it ever good? Truly?

But he said nice things! Things relating to wanting to spend the rest of his life with me. Things about "Will you marry me?"

And I said yes.

It was nice.

There were congratulations and then they offered to take us out for dinner in Ballard at the Hi-Life.

On the way home, we stopped by the outlet mall so I could return a few items to Helly Hansen. After that, we bought chocolate, smoked, and finally my brain relaxed enough to realize what was happening. Before, it was a bit of a numbness. I didn't know what to make of it.

I was excited, sure, but news like that didn't hit me like a bus (like news that I get to go to Hawaii via generous friends). It was like... like.. leaving the compost to rot beneath the sink and the smell taking over. I think. Ok, that's terrible.

It took a while before it settled in, and then I was stoked. But it wasn't like screaming and self portraits of us together. It felt good, it felt solid, and it felt logical. And, for someone who is bipolar, a solid feeling is a hell of a lot better than an extreme high, so I feel good.

Sea Legs & Job Update

Hey blog, long time no see.... but I think you're good for me so I'll write here.

But I can't write too much because a lot of the content I have is exclusive to Tucker's letters and I know he sometimes glances at these (more than anyone else).


Today, Wilco got in the car, willingly, three different times.
This is a miracle.

Today he held in his poop in the car.
Christmas miracle.

Today he cuddled calmly on a couch with an 11 and 6 year old.
He ran around with an almost 2 year old.
He played fetch with a 4 and 6 year old.
He followed a 9 year old around.

He ran around with other dogs, and cowered when appropriate.

And now, he's sleeping hard to my left with his head tucked in my armpit.

This job has meant everything to me. I have a new sense of purpose and a source of joy. I delight in my time with that family. I am grateful that they have welcomed me into their home, that they trust me. I'm grateful for the times I get with them as a group, and also one on one.

I delight in time in the living room, where I get to read a chapter book out loud while four of them get cozy and listen. I find joy in playing basketball with the eldest, getting the chance to get to know who he is when he's not fending off the youngers. I feel honored when the 1.8 year old asks me to carry him, and the older siblings exclaim that I'm one of two folks he'll let do that (aside from the immediate family). I am proud of the oldest daughter when, after I teach her to finger knit, she sets out to create and spends hours doing it. I appreciate the goofy sense of humour of the youngest daughter. And the middle? Her determination is altogether rad. And the mom is a loving blend of kindness, patience, and ease.

Nannying is a very personal thing. On the job, folks are able to generally hide any family matters or outside problems. When you nanny, you are in the house. Things can be hid for a while, but in general, there just has to be full acceptance on both ends.

Anyways, I'm grateful!

Also grateful to be able to help pay the bills. I can pay for my food, help with bills and Wilco.
This job pays me what I believe I am worth (in the Astoria economy). To be blunt with dollars, to get the amount I earn currently, but at the rate the rest of the town wants to pay, I would have to work 7 extra hours to make that. My days are 7 hours long so basically, I'd have to work a full extra day to get the same amount. Phew. Words.

The photograph is of my pal, Nyk! This picture is of the first time I came to Astoria, to visit him. I was really happy because we were outside with his animals are there was so much sun and space. I imagined living here, that was a really nice thought. When I did finally move here, the reality was quite different from what I imagined, but this month, in December of all months, well, I'm finding my sea legs. I know it will take a while. I have peace with that.

Friday, September 8, 2017

2017 is Alright by Me

Summer Camp at the Apple Orchard
Things are going alright.

I can see myself growing in such real ways, in directions I've wanted to grow in. I have goals that aren't so measurable as inches off a waist or likes or followers or friends. Lately, I've been working on developing aspects of myself that I had a hard time getting a handle on.

When that car flipped and flipped and my chemistry flipped along with it, anxiety crashed into my life and left a bigger impact that whiplash.

Now, I've been putting the pieces together and it feels good. I feel stronger than I did before the crash -- or at least I'm starting to. Now, when I go through my day, I know how I did it.

I'm proud of what I've accomplished.

Something I did recently was run a summer camp. I don't wanna say the name, lest I end up in the google searches, but it was rad! I had staff under me and a gaggle of children. First, the camp was a total success. Parents were happy, my boss was happy, my staff was happy (and all said they wanted to come back!) and most important, the kids were happy.

It was an all outdoor camp. Kids need time to get dirty, climb trees, play with sticks, and not have adults looking over their shoulder. They had space and did what they do and the parents recognized the value of that.

It was a great experience working with so many people and being, well, the director of it all. Calling the shots. Making sure everyone was feeling loved and appreciated (because they were soooo appreciated).

The best part was my anxiety. Before, anxiety was crippling, with stomach aches that lead to vomiting. I carried everything in my body and held on tight. I dealt with a lot of situations, this summer, and some how, let them go. Nothing came home with me. I breathed through it, dealt with it then and there, faced everything head on.

I did it!

What else am I pretty excited about?

I've been dating Joseph for over a year and it is stellar! It just works. We work well, together. I've loved growing with this man who is loyal, caring, and treats me how I was told (and believed) I deserved to be treated. He respects me and he definitely has mine.

There's more to say, there, but I'll wait till other things are more in stone.

Um, what else?
I got a budget going.
I care a lot less about documenting life.
I been getting rid of a ton of items.

I went to three Seattle Storm games! Man, they can do cool things!
My house is filled with loving humans.
I spend a lot of time with my family.
My friends are gold -- and old friends are coming back into my life.
I'm outside most of the week, year round.

Life is good. Still a challenge, but a manageable one.

The biggest challenge is I got this disease where my body is attacking my thyroid so I gotta cut out gluten, dairy, and nightshades and I am sooooo not into that. No bread, tomatoes, and cheese? Oi.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Back to Routine :: Emphasis on Nighttime

I'm glad the winter break is over. With break comes the destruction of all routines that hold thing together. I thrive with bed times, wake up times, ways to pay for living, and a pattern to navigate life with (it's a fun pattern).

Bedtime is most crucial to me, right after sleep. It's important to have a space that feels relaxing, welcoming, and cozy. A clean room helps with my quality of sleep.

Right before Christmas, I changed rooms in the house I live in. I moved up story and the dimensions of the room increased immensely. I basically live in a deliciously cute attic room.

I was absolutely in love with my old room and tend to be resistant to changes (when set in a way) so I had to deliberately set my energy to making this new space feel like a home I wanted to be in. It's absorbed a few hours of my time each day for the past week and a house.

It's the constant adjustment of lights, furniture, hooks, pillows plants, and ways to sort things out. I love organizing, so this is a fun new challenge. My last room had a huge closest with storage above and below the clothing, no such closest here, so all must be externally stored. With the floor space available, very doable.

It's been fun to see a need (such a place to hang towels or a maroon cloth covering for a Rubbermaid tote I've been dragging back and forth from Alaska and all over since 2012.

I'm grateful for housemates (Steve and Jan!) who went out of their way to help me transition. I really appreciate them.

Now I feel like I have a really special place that feels like a home.

Essential to my nights are a hot water bottle with a cozy for it that Hannah made. I sleep with it ever single cold night. I tried not to, the other night, and had to get up and make one. I also need my white noise machine. I feel cozy underneath the thick wool blanket Joey gave me for Christmas and a huge hand-stitched quilt my great great Aunt (or someone that is great great) made. I like cozy pjs and socks and lately, diffused essential oils make everything smell hella good. A cup of one of those teas that knocks me out is good (Sunset in Seattle, Evening in Missoula, Bedtime Tea, etc).

The End

Sunday, January 1, 2017

2016 :: Unfinished but Published

I've enjoyed reading other's yearly summaries. Here is my own.

I know there's been a lot of hating on 2016 but, for me, anything could be better than 2015. With that lens, I was satisfied with what 2016 had to offer me, and what I got out of it.

This year I jumped into a new community full of so many kids and so many trees. It's also my job and in so many tangible ways, my life has been better because of Camp Roots.

Truly the most southern point in the United States of America -- on the Big Island in Hawaii with some Alaskan friends.

Celebrating my birthday on Patos Island. 26 years ftw!

Local lake in a sail boat (currently sail-less) that Parker skillfully built!

Annual trip up to Haines, Alaska.

First real road trip together to Vernon, BC. The Alaska Marine Highway didn't count.
Surprise date to the West Wing in DC! Jesse rocks.

This year, for the first time, I committed to being in a relationship with another human. We're still thriving together. As expected, there's a lot of growth that comes with it. I'm grateful for Joseph.
This year had lots of little trips, from Maryland to Alaska to Hawaii to Washington D.C. to Viriginia to British Columbia to around Washington state a little sailing trip to Lopez Island to a group trip to Patos Island. My itchy feet were satisfied.

This year, my house was a rock in my life. I continually feel loved by my housemates and accepted and see lots of opportunities for growth as I learn from them. It's been a rock solid foundation for my daily life and I feel very grateful to be here.

This year, rad family dynamics!
This year, loved friend dynamics!

This year was another one of my first years of living with bipolar disorder. It's definitely black and white from when I didn't have it and there are still a lot of unknowns as the season turn. This year, though, was quite manageable, a bit more, and that gives me hope for the future. I don't expect emotional perfection, but I do want to be able to manage day to day without questioning if I should be on the earth.

Overall, grateful. I'm ok with simple years and I hope 2017 levels out even more. I'd love it if, at the end of it, I could say that my friend, house, and relationship situations are quite similar to 2016 and mental health is even more-so improved. Who knows. I'll work with what I've got.

What do I want for 2017? Stability.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

5 Months Later

It's been five months since I last wrote. I haven't been able to. Whether too busy or my brain couldn't go there. I miss it. Every time I say I'll write more. I don't know where the words went. I guess they crashed along with the car.

In those five months, I've maintained a stable lifestyle in the same home, secured a stable job, traveled to Alaska and straight to Hawaii from there (where I am now), celebrated my 26th birthday on a semi-remote island with 12 pals and in a cabin Alaska with 26 other pals and on a ferry boat with my boyfriend, found a man who loves me and lets me love him back, went to the Aqua Sox game with my Dad, went to DC, went to Virginia, went to Maryland, toured the West Wing, tea with Mom, lots of time with the folks, trip over the mountains to visit best friend and family, sailed to Lopez Island from Seattle with a stranger I met on the internet, spent lots of nights on a different sailboat, finished reading Cryptonomicon with Jacob (he read all 1300 pages aloud to me!), and overall kept way, way too busy.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Grateful for a Spring Dense With Community

Spontaneous dinner with Jesse, Jim, Ron, Jacob, and Ted. Meatloaf with roasted potatoes and sald never tasted so good!
One of the top things I am most grateful for, these days, are the communities that surround me in my daily life in Washington state. I am grateful that gatherings of loving people are not a rare occurrence. I am also grateful that the frequency doesn't dilute the love and joy that I receive from them. I love the balance I find - the giving and taking, sharing and listening, resting and reacting. I'm not entirely sure what I want for my future in terms of a career, but I do know that I always want to be surrounded by community and to be a part of building that community up.

After a book signing, popcorn, chicken, mozzarella whips, and kombucha on the dock in Lake Forest Park.
And sometimes, the house plays basketball.
Cheesemaking weekend in Bellingham with Mirai, Hannah, Sonya, Brian, River, Sky, and Steven.
Celebrating May birthdays.
Wood kiln firing on Lopez Island.
The kiddos at work.
Always into group hugs.
Climbing with Matilda and Cleo at their new home!

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