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I’d love to turn you on | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 28, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (#32 post). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington … Continue reading →

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You have to learn the lesson twice | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 24, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (Day 28!). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington … Continue reading →

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The last time at Mosquito Creek | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 6, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (now +25% complete!). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the … Continue reading →

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“Birth Ritual” | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 1, 2017 by

When Chris Cornell died it was the same as with Johnny Cash. I woke to my 6 AM radio program and they were playing a Soundgarden song, then a second one (which was strange), and by the third one I … Continue reading →

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Field notes from the Pacific Coast (day 3 of 40)

Posted on May 30, 2017 by

I cleaned out the refrigerator, what I didn’t think Dawn or the kids would eat while I was gone, put it in a cooler with a freezer pack while I was at work then got it out once I came … Continue reading →

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“In the midst of life we are in debt, et cetera”

Posted on May 18, 2017 by

Wednesday, that day time slows every week, with Lily on a late-start for school, the possibility we could all sleep in until 7:30 but never do, a day I work from home with Charlotte on early release, meaning she gets … Continue reading →

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‘We’re a happy family’

Posted on May 17, 2017 by

We craved some intimacy with each other that was probably sexual in nature but we didn’t know how to express it yet so we stayed up late talking on the phone and fell asleep next to the handset, and when … Continue reading →

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