i’m turning 35. do i drive across the country?
moving back to california in a porsche 911, a long distance and bicoastal marriage, and building wababaland in vermont
new_wip
long rides, raw thoughts, nothing too finished. shared if it gets you somewhere. let’s send it.
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life has been feeling very country lately
photo essay of northern living
maybe the beauty in life is that things end
a year of writing this blog and 24 hours left to live in mexico city
past trails and building a new path
quotes from an old book and photos from building a trail around our home in Vermont
trading sweat for tears
300 days of morning pages, and what I found when I stopped outrunning my feelings.
the story of my last name
What escaping a Vermont winter with a trip to Spain reveals about my parents, our ancestry in the Philippines, and the cost to own a Porsche.
the new work in progress truck
and five videos the youtube gods have sent me
live, laugh, porsche
a love letter to cars, bikes, and the winter season
marnie critiques six poems about you
why is “i” always capitalized, but not “we”?
photos of play, at home in vermont
and some words on the head, the heart, and stillness.
a conversation with my cat
marnie pulls me out of bed at 5am. for the past ~100 mornings, i feed her, i play with her, i read her the poems i wrote, and we talk about what to do…or not to do.
i’m turning 34. do i bike up another hill?
57 minutes on mt. washington, a 30,000 feet gravel everesting, and why choosing to give up on a goal can be an achievement
to live up to a lie
Do you remember the first time we talked? I barely do. It’s all blurry now, but there was something in that moment that I can see clearly. Not any of the details, but all the feelings.
first time human
After a friend shared how life can be understood as inhales and exhales, the idea of "breathing" has been lingering on my mind for the past two weeks.
truthfully messy, unintentionally organized
allowing myself to have publicly unedited thoughts