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The New Phase

The New Phase

Hey, is anybody out there? *taps mic an annoying number of times* {crickets} Quick question: is blogging dead now? Yes? Cool. Well then, welcome to my WEBSITE where I publish personal essays about my LIFE right here on the WORLD WIDE WEB on this official WEBSITE that...

In the wake of a hurricane, things start to repair

In the wake of a hurricane, things start to repair

(I wrote this yesterday.) Hello, world. I am sitting here with one of my besties, Zina Petersen, in her sister's beach house in Jacksonville Florida. Zina invited me to fly out as she housesits for her sister so that we can have our own wonderful little writing...

California Poppies

California Poppies

When my mom was sick--several years in--she went outside one afternoon in the summer and saw that poppies had grown spontaneously in our side-yard. They were orange and bright. She was something of a gardener. I have many memories of her outside in the backyard...

Stream of Consciousnesses

Stream of consciousness as we drive: I'm listening to the Brahms violin concerto. It's... I haven't decided yet. I'd never heard it before this week. I've been thinking a lot about poetry--it's like my mind revolves around the same things over and over and over again,...

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I'm reading about habits. It's something I do--read about habits and schedules and stuff. I do it when it's time to re-engage with life. I'm wanting to get back into things. There's been six months of my life that feel lost--I was surviving, plodding along, grieving...

You want vicissitudes?

You want vicissitudes?

I'll give you some vicissitudes. (Alternative title: Another Really Horrible Thing That Happened to my Family) Life is... terrible. Have you noticed? It is also beautiful. The last few months have been an incredible case in point of these two realities. A horrible...

“The Swan”–a tribute to the victims of the Orlando shooting

“The Swan”–a tribute to the victims of the Orlando shooting

My mommy was laid to rest two weeks ago tomorrow. I woke up to birdsong early on the morning of her funeral. The birds were so loud, they woke me up at dawn--way too early. I couldn't get back to sleep. I felt sick to my stomach. Jenni, Chris and I (the first three...

She’s Gone.

She’s Gone.

She's gone. After more than 10 long years of suffering, and 12 days of being largely unconscious and not taking food or water, my sweet mother Michele Mousley Weed passed away this morning at about 6:00am PST from complications of Early Onset Alzheimer's disease. She...