I kind of can't believe I have 48 of these things. At the same time, it really feels like this is the 48th. All I want to do is list the two new things I did this past week, upload a photo and call it a day. My reluctance to elaborate or dig deeper just... Continue Reading →
week forty-five: the anticlimactic volcano
The 198o explosion of Mt. St. Helen's has been a point of fascination for me ever since I moved here. What must it have been like to be witness to that kind of crazy power, that kind of wild disaster? I can get lost in looking at pictures of the aftermath. Everything thick with ash.... Continue Reading →
week thirty-nine: minor achievements, minor rewards
I've had the great privilege of sculpting my life into a shape of my choosing. It's comfortable here. All the curves and angles fit together really well. One reason it's such a good fit is that the vast majority of my responsibilities are to myself alone. While I honor the trust my clients put in... Continue Reading →
week thirty-eight: the first last goodbye
In a few weeks, my parents will be moving from the Boston suburbs to Portland so that they can be close by in their old age. This event has been in the works for years and for years I've pushed the idea out of my thoughts, insisting that I'd think about it later. Later is... Continue Reading →
Tracy Burkholder 