Thankfully, Spring is already here.

2008-03-24T18:18:00.000-07:00

Here he is, his last known picture, unknowingly waving goodbye to his life.....he had no idea his fate included the mean and vicious, Malamute "Death Jaws" Took.

Poor Mr. Groundhog. We're sorry. It's not your fault Took has vision clearer than a Hawk's and a reaction time faster than the speed of light. I know you were trying to blend into the dirt of the newest hole you just dug, and I know you were performing your best possible statue pose. You did good. No really, you did. You should be proud of your work. But sadly, you didn't have a chance matched up against this Malamute.

I hope you had fun digging your many holes in our neighbor's yard. I'm not so sure he'll miss you, but I'm sure someone will.

R.I.P.
Mr. B.B. Groundhog
March 24th, 2008

"Recognized for his undying dedication to hole digging, Bodega Bay, CA"

Smoke and Salt

2008-01-13T10:57:00.000-08:00

This is the thing...I moved 3500 miles to a place I knew of by intuition. On a hunch. Usually for something like that, there's a catalyst involved. School. A job. A lover. Something that gives you a reason, a motive. Me? I went on instinct. I knew no one, had no job, no place to live. What was I doing? I still don't know how I managed to do it. But here I am now, living 100 ft from the ocean, in a house with a man I love, 3500 miles from where I started. Where when I walk with my dog once the sun has gone down over the Pacific ocean, I smell nothing but smoke from the wood stoves and the salty air from our backyard -- I'm reminded of what I was seeking all along. Myself. She got lost somewhere between a broken heart and a few misplacements. But ended up finding herself where she didn't really expect.