My Feet Have A Fever

My Feet Have A Fever

​A few years back, Maile The Great and I set off on an ill-fated outing fueled by desperation to feel dirt beneath our feet and piney air in our lungs. But that Memorial Day weekend had been too early in Washington for a backpacking trip. It was just one of many attempts I've made to satiate my spring trail fever that wouldn't go at all to plan. I am really good at this. It’s that time of year again and my feet have trail fever. 

I should know better. 

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Privacy Died and I Missed The Memo

Privacy Died and I Missed The Memo

Over the years, like so many others’ who are light years better at this than I am, my job has become intricately intertwined with the web; blogs to manage, Facebook, Twitter, and Vimeo accounts to update, being a public voice for brands with clients and employees spanning the globe. That I loved my jobs, that some of my best friends were coworkers or associates, and my personal passions aligned with the brands’ focuses blurred the line between personal and business. 

I recently was prompted to see what might come up about me and was astonished by how much I found when I hit Return... 

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The Single Girl's Guide To Doing Fewer Chores: Laundry

The Single Girl's Guide To Doing Fewer Chores: Laundry

​As a single girl – and now as a single girl living in a new city where I don't know many people - I often take myself on date nights with me. The conversation after the show, meal or what-have-you is always pleasant, since I’m always right and myself always agrees.

Here is where the lesson comes in: Make your house clean as a whistle without cleaning anything.

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Starting Boise

Starting Boise

The past 7 weeks have been fairly chaotic since I decided to leave the job I'd occupied for over 5 years and the city I’ve lived in all my life (minus a short, one year pause in Berkeley and my college years in Bellingham). Now that the move is over though, my brain seems to be better absorbing this amazing change and each day there is something new that delights me.

Here are my initial discoveries about Boise...

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Follow the Leader

Follow the Leader

The familiar smile looking back at me from the memorial celebration invite pinned to the fridge still looks as bright as when the postman delivered it over a month ago. Her smile doesn’t change at all across my thirty three years of memories that include her, nor has it faded in these last seven months since she passed away. Steady, smiling, warm.

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