I’ve never been what you’d call “domestic.”
In my early twenties, I’d sigh loudly and roll my eyes about having to take out the trash or do the dishes.
“I guess I have to do everything myself around here,” I’d mutter under my breath. I lived alone. Continue reading “On housekeeping, and other things I do not do”
I never much cared for biking. It wasn’t that I disliked it, specifically; more that I didn’t care about it.
When my folks got married, they each had separate interests and hobbies, so they picked one to do together. I guess it worked, because thirty-four years later, they still ride their road bikes all summer. They have never ridden a tandem, another factor I believe has contributed to the success of their marriage. Continue reading “I want to ride my bicycle”
You’ve seen Delicate Arch. It’s plastered on every billboard between Grand Junction and Moab. It’s on the Utah state license plate. It’s safe to say this 65-foot formation of Entrada sandstone, the product of millions of seasons’ worth of wind and water, is among the most iconic views in all of Utah, maybe the American West. Continue reading “Why I don’t mind being lost in the crowd”
my alaskan odyssey 