I’ve been away from home, so I’ve written little bits of this post in all kinds of cemeteries (see Cemetery Thoughts: an Introduction for my definition). My cemeteries this time include the floor of an office-turned-guest-room, multiple airports, Seattle’s Lake View cemetery, the Capitol Hill Trader Joe’s parking lot, Viretta Park— where Kurt Cobain used to write, and, of course, in the backseat of a rental car. I took my roses all over Washington and left them
New Year, New Me: Reflections on Rebirth
New Year, New Me: Reflections on Rebirth
New Year, New Me: Reflections on Rebirth
I’ve been away from home, so I’ve written little bits of this post in all kinds of cemeteries (see Cemetery Thoughts: an Introduction for my definition). My cemeteries this time include the floor of an office-turned-guest-room, multiple airports, Seattle’s Lake View cemetery, the Capitol Hill Trader Joe’s parking lot, Viretta Park— where Kurt Cobain used to write, and, of course, in the backseat of a rental car. I took my roses all over Washington and left them