Saturday was a hard day for me. I knew, when I left seven and a half months ago, that it would be. And that’s because on October…… Read more “with just a little help from my friends.”
Category: Musings
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, or to these rambly musings and things.
200.
Two years, seven months. One-hundred-ninety-nine posts. Infinite change. “People don’t change,” I’d told him adamantly. There was an anger, a harshness is my voice that wasn’t typical for…… Read more “200.”
this isn’t what you think it is.
I went to Mendoza, Argentina the weekend before last. After two days of wine tasting, olive oil testing, liquor and chocolate trying, wandering, and frolicking, my friends…… Read more “this isn’t what you think it is.”
Remembering everything that doesn’t matter.
I remember talking to my friend Mel a few weeks back. We we sipping on wine on a very drizzly Portland day while our friend Danen was…… Read more “Remembering everything that doesn’t matter.”
The heart you call home.
Suddenly I’m homesick for a place that was never really home. Somehow a place that was never meant for me to live in, where my shoes should…… Read more “The heart you call home.”
Jami Sheets 