The wind whipped up and over the concrete bridge, the arctic winds carrying the honking geese flying south above us. A rain drop hit my face. And then another. The anticipated winter storm was on its way. I linked arms with the woman standing next to me, giving her a squeeze, and she squeezed back.… Read More What I saw at Standing Rock
When I was in elementary school in Fargo, North Dakota, we had an ice skating rink in the winter half the size of a football field. As soon as the ice froze we would spend every gym class training for our class Olympics-slash-Christmas party. Mr. Smith would make us skate drills, practice stopping, and we would… Read More Thank you for the sexist comments!
tribe : noun: \ˈtrīb\ :: a group of people that includes many families and relatives who have the same language, customs, and beliefs :: a large family :: adopted strangers Sitting atop the gear tower of the ski chair lift, twenty feet off the ground and 8,000 feet above sea level, the five of us… Read More Adopted strangers: Finding your tribe
What does it mean to return home? Is there a difference between those of us who left home and those who stayed? To those who left, the sense of home becomes a fleeting memory, a place and time that slowly slips through open fingers like warm water with each returning visit. The worst part is never learning… Read More Sweetgrass and Cigarettes: Gaining Perspective at Home
I have learned to be grateful for any job, and I have the 2008 recession to thank for that. I was gaining residency for graduate school and had just quit my restaurant job, with nothing lined up. I had heard terms like “stocks,” “crisis,” and “housing market,” but never paid much attention. Then I went looking for… Read More You can take the girl out of the restaurant…
How does one sum up America? After traveling the country for several months, cruising the back highways and meandering in and out of alleyways and cities, I thought I would come home and have some sort of epiphany. I would be able to spit off the clichés and the generalizations, and have a predictable cathartic… Read More Tales from the Trail(er): The Finale
An entire blog devoted solely to California can’t begin to touch the surface of the vastness of this state. From deserts and empty ghost towns, to sky scraping peaks, to Hollywood and up the coast, this state has it all. While the traffic and pollution in some areas was overwhelming, I can see why people… Read More Tales from the Trail(er): California!