Saturday, June 7, 2014 at 11:27AM 
I admit it:
I drink coffee every day, on a good day more than once.
And even though it's an everyday thing, still there are just some cups of coffee that stay with you, some cups that just stand out.
I am still thinking, for example, about a cappuccino that I drank from a paper cup in Point Reyes Station a month ago,
Friday, May 30, 2014 at 11:51PM 
Yeah, I know. I don't expect you to understand it right off the bat. I know it sounds strange, right: me, North Dakota, Fargo.
And it's almost 11pm and I'm writing, and I'm not a nighttime writer generally. Because generally I'd have been asleep for a few hours by now.
But after Day 1 of the Misfit Conference in mind-blowing Fargo, North Dakota, I'm fairly-well buzzing. In fact, if it were possible to levitate, to achieve lift-off just by the power of a mind stuffed with amazing new friends, great conversations, unbelievable food, the brilliant speakers, creativity and inspiration just of Day 1,
well, fuck: I'd be flying right now.
Monday, May 26, 2014 at 09:54AM 
My husband will confirm that the most common question I ask lately is, What day is it?
There used to be this sharp distinction between weekdays (dread, woe, misery) and weekends (relief, freedom, jubilation), but not so much anymore.
Every day now is awesome.
Every day is mine.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014 at 12:20PM 
A week from tomorrow, I'll get on a couple of planes and head to Fargo, North Dakota for Misfit 2014.
People keep asking me, Wait, What's this thing you're doing? Why are you going to Fargo, again?
Well, for a reunion with people I've never really met...
Monday, May 19, 2014 at 09:55AM 
Are you ever so happy, so totally content, that it almost feels like an altered state, suspended outside of time, golden?
I used to have that feeling periodically, mostly on the weekends really, when I was parked firmly inside my own life, in my garden, at play in the dirt. Doing what I wanted, not looking at the clock, on my own time.
Lately, I'm eating that honey of everyday life by the spoonful.
