Archive for the ‘co-conspirators’ Category

~4.5 years~

Friday, October 13th, 2017

…and so concludes this vagabonding chapter.

~full moon tide~

Thursday, October 5th, 2017

…and apéro with whales.

~hudson valley homesteading~

Friday, September 29th, 2017

Third move of 2017, 23rd since I left Mom’s. (the average person moves 12 times in their lifetime, according to our freight company’s phone hold recording. Mom and I had probably managed close to that by the time I turned 18). Eleventh move with this dude (spanning two coasts and three countries). This week he wrangled 720 […]

~mom’s garage: 1980s~

Saturday, September 23rd, 2017

A week spent unearthing the past in Mom’s garage. Above, 11th grade prom portrait. Below, the dress, and all that remains of the pointy footwear empire. Warbabies was my first real job, selling WWII German military clothes to punks and David Lee Roth on Melrose Avenue. Plus hand-pegged levis, plaid flannel insets, and other cowpunk essentials. […]

~lacewing~

Tuesday, August 22nd, 2017

A new buddy from the lacewing family, I believe a Dendroleon pantherinus, or Antlion.

~new york minute~

Wednesday, August 2nd, 2017

I decide to skip the subway and walk north from City Hall–I’m only going a mile or so, what’s a little rain? Fat drops land on the sidewalk, leaving wet polka dots the size of silver dollars. It picks up. My shoes start to squish. As I pass the 6 train at Canal Street, I […]

~avian evidence~

Wednesday, July 12th, 2017

~knock on wood~

Thursday, July 6th, 2017

On the way back down from a midday run, I paused to see if my eyes had played tricks on me as I’d passed the lodge on my way up the valley. But indeed, there in the grass beneath the postbox was a woodpecker, a Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker. It sounds like a vaudevillian insult, but they aren’t chickenhearted, just burnished […]

~beartime story~

Thursday, June 29th, 2017

“You got yourself a big ol’ bear down by your mailbox,” says the Internet repair guy. He has a funny smile on his face I can’t read. “Biiig one, tearing it up down there.” “A bear is tearing up my mailbox?” “Well, not now,” he says, shrugging. “Fur’s all over that utility pole. Claw marks […]

~happy returns of the day~

Saturday, June 17th, 2017

Vintage car window decal score from Woodstock flea. Sometimes it still feels like image above, but sometimes it’s just like below.

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