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I’m behind with my blog (again), but for good reason. I’ve
changed time zones with a recent move to the Pacific Northwest. Moving a
household across 2500 miles is, to say the least, consuming: mentally,
physically, financially, and socially.
We’re still settling in and unpacking. My office has boxes
labeled documents, paper, journals and the like that made perfect sense when
sorting—a month or so ago—and have proven little effectiveness in determining what documents, which journals. Every day holds a new discovery in revealing pieces
of my former life. Things that seemed of importance in an open immediately state no longer seem a priority. Instead, I am
focused on finding a butter dish and some stamps, neither of which seem to
exist anywhere. Rather, I keep finding items that are most certainly get-to-laters.
Although I’ve been consumed with this life adjustment, I am
trying to keep in touch with everyone via social media. I can at least do that
and feel a sense of familiarity even as I make yet another wrong turn and end
up driving down a ramp to some unknown freeway, adding miles to my day’s errand
run. This, too, can pack some surprises. Finding the unexpected cupcake shop or
coming upon a scenic view of Mount Rainier isn’t so bad.
I’ve somehow kept up the writing life even in the mess of
organizing our lives. During this month of transition, I’ve had a few bits of
good news. Some more major bits will come in time, but for now I’m happy to
share a new book review in Colorado
Review; you’ll find my
review of Renée Ashley’s Because I Am
the Shore I Want to Be the Sea here.
I also had a micro twitter essay published in Creative
Nonfiction, Issue 52. And, coming later this year, you’ll find my
essay, “The Comfort of Ignorance,” in the fall 2014 issue of Border
Crossing, housed at Lake Superior State University.
Mostly, I’m just unpacking: boxes, life, thoughts, and
ideas. I’m getting there. One box at a time.
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