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Tag: Boulder Creek
Valley of the Sempervirens
We grew up in backyards full of fire scarred trees. Playing in ancient flame hollowed trunks, making silent promises to the bit of earth that gently cradled our innocence. These monuments whispered reminders; that it is this land’s nature, to burn.
Wine From a Soup Cup- A Story of Addiction.
The summer I turned 15, a friend called me and asked if I would be interested in bussing with her at the Italian restaurant in town called “Silvesterie’s.” I was. The owner and Executive Chef was a Sicilian man with deeply sunken dark-rimmed eyes… Continue Reading “Wine From a Soup Cup- A Story of Addiction.”
Time May Heal All Wounds- But It Makes Homesickness Worse
My little town has always been the core of who I am. Even now as I sit thousands of miles away-it feels close enough for me to touch. It still stings my heart that I am too far away to do so. Boulder Creek… Continue Reading “Time May Heal All Wounds- But It Makes Homesickness Worse”
Life’s A Trip, Enjoy The Fall.
This April will mark five (oh my god!) years since we packed up the truck and headed the wrong way across the country. After half a decade of winters I can promise you that people headed west for more than the chance to strike… Continue Reading “Life’s A Trip, Enjoy The Fall.”
Throwback Wednesday (Yes, I am THAT impatient!)
I wrote this two years ago after our trip back home for our West Coast wedding blessing ceremony. It was the first time we got to show the boys where they were born and the last time they saw my dad, their “Grandpa Wise-man”… Continue Reading “Throwback Wednesday (Yes, I am THAT impatient!)”
Time May Heal All Wounds- But It Makes Homesickness Worse
My little town has always been the core of who I am. Even now as I sit thousands of miles away-it feels close enough for me to touch. It still stings my heart that I am too far away to do so. Boulder Creek… Continue Reading “Time May Heal All Wounds- But It Makes Homesickness Worse”