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Viva la summer! It’s hot out. Two backyard bbq’s on the agenda today and then a trip to the airport to pick up my parents who are returning from 3 weeks in Italy. Also exciting? The start of farmer’s market season in Vancouver. I was so sad when we moved away from the Nelson Street [...]

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My wild heart

I love this. It makes me want to write a letter. It makes me want to wear yellow at my wedding. The poor girl trying to put on Stevie Nick’s make-up just has to step back and let the moment happen. It reminds me of a greyhound bus and of Kari, when she tells the [...]

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A picture, at least

No time for words this morning but I wanted to post a picture at least. Here’s a sliver of newspaper across a cafe table in San Francisco on a Sunday morning.

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It’s almost sad how many wedding magazines I’ve already collected from various grocery stores around town. I look down at the pretty ring on my hand and only half-believe it’s me. The weekend went too fast between breakfast on Lonsdale with Kat and an engagement dinner at Ash’s parents. Now I’m hesitating at the edge [...]

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Things you just don’t think about

I just got denied my request for a recycling box at work. Last week, when the call went out for our weekly Staples order, I was really excited I remembered to ask for one of those handy blue recycling boxes (right now I am collecting papers behind my chair and in one of the drawers of my Ikea filing cabinet, and really hoping [...]

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A collage journal from the archives today. A page from my book. And one from Anais Ninn’s. Last night, over barbequed Italian Sausages in  pillowy portugeuse buns, we met Champagne Wednesday with our Mini Blanc de Blancs and an episode of America’s Next Top Model. Is it any wonder my creativity was sapped? And yet, we [...]

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Where my mind is…

Doing careless cartwheels on a beach in San Diego. Christmas 2006.

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The Going-to-Work Song

Ash and I have a song we like to sing it the morning. It goes like this: “Going-to-work, crrrh crrh crrrh.” The “crrh crrhh” sounds really need a live performance in order to get the full effect…but the general idea is one of friction, resistance, denial, fingers slipping off the cliff of our lovely weekend. [...]

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