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Habit of Convenience: Walking vs Driving

I am no longer living in an urban neighborhood of Seattle. I am staying with my sister and aunt in their condo in the suburbs about a half hour outside of downtown. The other night I was craving a smoothie, but I didn’t have the ingredients. I grabbed my keys to head out the door, get in my car and drive out of the condo complex, across the main road and over to the parking lot of the grocery store. But just as I was stepping out the door into the crisp October air under a sky of stars, I decided to walk instead.

My feet brought me to the door of the store in under five minutes. This is at least half Read more

The Seasons Change, and So Do We

Sunday marked the beginning of Fall, and here in Seattle it could not have been a more perfect autumn day. After a lazy morning snuggle, Jonboy and I walked on down to the Ballard Farmers Market in search of hot coffee and the fresh fixins’ for a late breakfast. Read more

Question of Identity: What is a Writer?

Well I write, but I’m not, like, a “writer.”

I was at a wedding reception this summer when I was introduced to someone who said, “so I hear you’re a writer.” Immediately I responded with “oh, no… I mean… no, I have…. a … blog, but I’m not like, no, I’m not a writer.”

Just wait one second. What the eff is a writer? Read more

JOURNEYFOOT FASHION: Walk into Autumn

It is a wet, dreary morning in Seattle, and I am loving it. I’m cozied up in the office with a cup of coffee while thunder rumbles overhead. My favorite season is just around the corner, which means it is time to switch up the journeyfoot gear a bit. Read more

Writer + Reader

I used to write to only me. Since the first time I wrote in a journal at the young age of six up until I was 28 years old, the written form of inner workings from my heart and head were confined only to the pages of a journal. My journals fill my book shelves, all an extension of me, each with their own story.

There are some things that one must always keep to themselves. The secrets of the soul. The same way two lovers might hold Read more

As The Crow Flies: A Lesson in Trust and Faith

One morning in May, I was walking down the street in Ballard minding my own business when something smacked me hard in the back of the head. I turned around to see black wings flapping away. A mother effing crow had dive-bombed my head. I was shocked, insulted, embarrassed and confused.

Naturally, I turned to google for answers. I found that Read more

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