Fri Apr 10. That quarantine life.
Sat Oct 12. Berlin, Prague, New York. All within 36 hours.
Thu Oct 10. Trains. Berlin to Praha.
Wed Jul 31. For loops are the bane of my existence. Again.
Wed Jul 24. Marriage really f*cking sucks sometimes.
Thu Jul 9. A rainy Tuesday in July.
Wed May 22. And just like that, it’s been a year.
Mon May 13. They say life happens in the weeks, in the moments between and during work, but it feels like there isn’t ever enough time. Or rest.
Thu May 09. Honking cars below.
Sat Jun 12. Moose pup wagging his tail. Watching the hubs design. Armchair expert.
Fri Jan 1. Long walks on Queen Anne with my guys.
Sun Dec 30. Cold winter walks with my pup.
Thu Nov 15. When the world thinks you’re defined by your offspring or potential offspring. The conveyor belt of goals and dreams that smashes into reality and societal opinions. Feeling the weight of being a woman. Are these interjections experienced on the daily by men? Those of childbearing age? Probably not. And for that, I am sad.
Wed Oct 23. What do you do when you don’t know what to do. Jesus.
Thu Oct 18. You know, those days. When your mind can’t stop. Just need to run free. Tire the dreams, the thoughts, the noise.
Mon Oct 15. Climate PhD. Circular motions.
Wed Sep 19. You can’t search for something that’s not there.
Tue Sep 18. Family dinners. Dad’s BBQ chicken.
Wed Sep 12. “Why do I always feel like I’m running, always chasing after something?”
Sun Sep 9. Moose pups first camping trip. Good fun. Hiking.
Sat Aug 4. Feelings aren’t bullish*t. But they aren’t your compass.
Tue Jul 17. I love you more than all the CO2 in the air (and that’s ever increasing)!
Sun May 20. Godspeed sweet Grandma. See you in heaven. Have fun dancing with Grandpa, Kris, and Dave. Forever missing you here.
Mon May 14. I’m no longer a foreigner, and yet, I feel foreign.
Wed May 9. Guinness brewery. Kid mobile inspiration - painted toys - think Billy’s project + Guinness art.
Thu May 3. Eucharisteo. Thanksgiving. Gratitude for his atonement.
Tue May 1. You’re a better non-hermit.
Fri Apr 27. 2 weeks and a day til I get to romp around with my pup. How I’ve missed you Moose Penguin.
Thu Apr 19. Short wearing weather. Pasty a** legs.
Thu Apr 8. Moose Penguin ate rat poison and lived to tell about it. Praise Jesus.
Tue Apr 3. Late phone call. My mom. Where are you, she asks. Kylla’s. Brace yourself. Moose Penguin ate rate poison. An eternity later; he’s OK.
Wed Mar 28. Books + climbing.
Friday Mar 16. I suppose I’m whomever you think I am. And I’m also me.
Wed Mar 14. Sunny day and the pup’s a continent away. Missing daily walks through the heath.
Sat Feb 17. Dealing with the repercussions of my decisions. Decisions that lead to mere decisions that lead to monumental life changes. Butterfly effect. Meanwhile people have much harder lives and problems. F*ck off to my sorry a**.
Fri Feb 2. All I know is I pooped on a Thursday. A memoir.
Wed Jan 19. Tired of calculating, only to find I was using the wrong theorem. Compromising to death.
Fri Jan 19. Alone. Misunderstood. Used. Treaded on by people I thought cared. Where’s my support? Nowhere. In a valley of dry bones.
Tue Jan 16. Tired. Hoping. Take me to the mountains. Where the wind and the trees dance.
Tue Jan 8. Oh the utter confusion of life. Spiraling. With no end in sight.
Wed Nov 1. 'May the odds be ever in your favor (Hunger Games).' May they. Where are my odds?
Tue Oct 31. The week is a long hard slog; full of loneliness. Weekend is a blip of time; forever wanting, always gone.
Mon Oct 30. Grit, Alex, grit. Summon it.
Fri Oct 27. Love beckons. Fall smells. Crunchy leaves. Dewy grass. Sunshine through windows. Muddy pup. The Father's love in the simple.
Wed Oct 25. Hide + seek with pup + hubby. Little things.
Tue Oct 24. Dying of unemployment isolation in a foreign country.
Fri Oct 20. No to just 'Cheer up.' No quick fix to sadness. Why is it so wrong to feel sadness in our culture?
Thu Oct 19. Maintaining hope; hard. O life, what are you?
Tue Oct 10. Feeling lost in this big wide world. Coveting loose lead walking doggies and gardens. Bah.
Sun Oct 8. Give it forward. Servants heart.
Tue Oct 3. WTF life? WTF.
Tue Sep 19. When your vet tells you all chocolate labs are a bit mental.
Fri Sep 16. Beloved, just like you. Silencing the lies through Him who made us.
Wed Sep 14. Love begets love.
Mon Sep 11. Another rainbow. Brisk air.
Sat Sep 9. And then there was a rainbow.
Thu Sep 7. Why is it so hard to find a job when you have a great work ethic, skills, and passion?
Mon Sep 4. Dear Tyrell's Poshcorn, please make a bag 500 times the size of your current pink one.
Wed Aug 30. Aching for things familiar, yet embracing new each day.
Sun Aug 27. Unfulfilled potential. Terrified of.
Sun Aug 27. Missing all things PNW. Mountains, evergreens, coffee, salt water, and family.
Thu Aug 24. What's for dinner, in perpetua. (March 1's completed thought).
WedAug 23. So little confidence, yet too much at times. Timid and afraid, yet fearless.
Sun Aug 6. Jesus. Eggs + hash browns. Dry grassy fields. Soccer played by nieces.
Sun July 30. Lysol from the toilet, in Moose’s mouth. Yuck.
Fri Jul 27. In London he is.
Wed Jun 14. Growing weary of unsettled lives. Yearning for home, constancy, deep friendships, routine.
Thu Jun 1. Holding pattern patience.
Wed May 31. Coffee to me, is like drain-o to sinks. Sorry, TMI.
Thu May 25. Burnside right. Perfectly sunny and warm, but not warm. You know?
Mon May 22. A side ache from eating too much.
Thu May 18. TRMM, Landsat, is that you? Stars and galaxies bustling.
Wed May 10. Almost there in perpetuity. Friendly encouragement from descending hikers.
Fri Apr 21. Oh, what a sunny, spring day does for your soul.
Wed Apr 19. Moose Penguin, you're a difficult pup this month.
Mon Apr 10. Drowning in logistics. UK, we're a coming.
Tue Apr 4. Oh how your life can drastically change in a few short days. Yet, God is still Lord of all.
Thu Mar 23. For loops are the bane of my existence, or PhD.
Sat Mar 18. Rain then sun. Daylight extending into evening.
Fri Mar 17. Pull your head up, kid.
Wed Mar 1. Something in perpetuity.
Sun Feb 26. Through the weeds, a glimmer. I turn; look up. He is there.
Sun Feb 5. She reads truth.
Wed Feb 1. So many hours in a day. 24.
Thu Jan 26. Purge. Purge. Purge. Sushi from my body. Yuck. Weak. Recovery.
Mon Jan 23. Science. Science. Science. Introvert. Introvert. Introvert.
Sat Jan 21. To the forest I go, where peace envelopes me. Women standing up for human rights everywhere.
Fri Jan 20. Epic dichotomy. Godspeed Obamas; stay close. We need you.
Thu Jan 19. Social + ecological perspectives must be intertwined.
Sun Jan 15. The Bluest Eye. Sula. Literature.
Thu Jan 12. Sparkling snow. A myriad of hope in this sunshine filled winter day.
Wed Jan 11. Winter Wonderland. Snow day(s). Running, jumping, laughing, loving.
Tue Jan 10. But what if it's all bullshit? Said the whiteboard.
Mon Jan 9. First day of school, again. PhDizzle.
Tue Sept 6. When I grow up, when I grow up, I want to be a scientist. Astronaut. Pro hiker. Mom.
Tue Aug 23. When I woke up, I thought it was Saturday.
Mon Jul 4. Feelin like a deadbeat with a graduate degree.
Sat Jul 2. Gravitas of decisions.
Fri Jul 1. Tan arms for the first time in years.
Wed June 29. Sunshine lunches. Family and bike rides.
Thu June 23. Stoked. So very stoked. Ideas and creation. Marinating.
Wed June 15. Confused. So very confused. And lost. Wayward souls.
Sat Jun 11. City dweller yearning for the forest.
Thu June 9. Sweaty al, sweaty al, why are you working out? Sweaty al, sweaty al, it's not your fault. (Ahem, your Daddio's genes).
Tue Jun 7. Historic happenings. First female nominee.
Mon Jun 6. Pool, sister, nieces, nephews, brother-in-laws. And salmon.
Sat Jun 4. Fab 4 reunited. Happy heart.
Wed Jun 1. Hope dwindling. Trail running good for the soul.
Tue May 31. 2-4-6-8 who do we appreciate? Bladders.
Mon May 30. Epic lunch spot. Alpine lake nestled between volcanoes.
Sun May 29. Snowy bear tracks near sheer cliffs. Crater Lake.
Sat May 28. Ants seeking, decimating termites. Everyone's gotta eat.
Fri May 27. New recipes. Good camping eats.
Wed May 25. Shadow cats. Hour long subway homes.