words of the day

There a picture somewhere. Packed up now. Or already moved over to my new place. It’s me, my mom, and a U-Haul truck if I remember correctly. In front of my childhood home. From when I moved to Kentucky the first time. I was 23 years old. Really, the only commonality in that move and … More words of the day

{moving in}

I am sometimes in awe at the strangeness of my neighborhood.  A huge, Victorian style home with an art gallery on the first floor and some sort of commune going on upstairs.   A Pilgrim Holiness church complete with women who only wear skirts – no pants.  A car door stuck perpendicular in a front yard … More {moving in}