Travel Diary of a Privileged White Woman

Okay, time to get real. I was not happy at all with yesterday’s blog post. It felt good to blog again, and I felt eager to get some words down about our Arizona experience thus far, but afterward (and ever since), I couldn’t shake this needling feeling that it just wasn’t truthful. It wasn’t authentic. It wasn’t…

My Potato Mountain

As a rule, I’m not up-to-date on the latest news. I find it increases my general feelings of paranoia and fear, which make it (more) difficult (than it already is) to love my husband and kids well and maintain a thriving business. It’s harder than you’d think these days to maintain a blissful state of…

Soap and Opera

When I was 15, I spent a lot of time at my best friend, Caitlin’s, house. That year, we were inseparable. We were two peas in a pod, yin and yang, Kenan and Kel. Looking back, it’s entirely possible she just tolerated me, an awkward misfit only child with limited social skills and a controlling…

Goat Cheese Boredom

I don’t consider myself a hugely superstitious person (although, who am I kidding? We wrecked our car just before leaving Missoula and I thought it was a “bad omen” for the entire trip), but four years into parenting, I’m seasoned enough to know that there are three things you NEVER, EVER do: Feed your kids…

Lift Off

Well, folks, we made it to New Mexico. We finally found a place where the sky is clear, the sun is shining and the breeze is chilly (but not face-freezing cold). We made it out of Missoula by the skin of our teeth, as they say, slipping and sliding all over the highway. Trying to…