This long-distance cross-border love thing—this thing that everyone says DON’T DO, it’ll drive you crazy, it’ll never work—i daresay, seems to be working. The naysayers are probably right, too—long-distance love never does work. For the young. But I am a grownup, and grownup love is different. I am in love with an American man, and …
Why knit?
Know this: if anyone ever knits you a pair of socks, it means they really, really love you. I’m well into knitting my life’s third pair of socks. And while they are certainly nice socks, they’re nothing spectacular. I don’t do fancy cables or intricate stitchery (and i have actually seen a pattern for socks …
Dying stars
Can anything ever, so beautiful, die? So sexy. So alive. So hot. So bright. Lou Reed. John Lennon. Glenn Freye. Freddie. Bowie, Dylan, Keith and Mick. All dying suns. Shooting stars. Burning always through night sky.
The end of awesome
I know i’m going to come off like a crochety word nazi, but i don’t care. I demand a total and immediate moratorium on awesome. The a-word has been the most tenacious meme ever to infest the English language. Like some kind of evil invasive species, it has strangled out every native adjective. Ad-copy writers …
Flagged at the border
I breeze into Vancouver Pacific Station an easy 20 min. before my 6:30am train time, all stoked for a little Amtrak adventure. A simple weekend trip, to visit Daniel in Pt Townsend. Snacks in my daypack, passport and train ticket in hand. Where you going, whatcha doing, who you visiting—nothing but the truth. My wallet …