Waiting at the airport for Matt’s plane to land

Written last night, posted after my usual spousal approval system for posts about Matthew. Matthew’s coming in from Seattle tonight and I’m camped out at National waiting for him to arrive. I’ve got my half-dozen red roses, my mix of electronic and analog entertainment, and the itchy-internal-butterflies which always accompany this part of my waiting […]

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Why Matthew and I talk every night

Sometimes when you’re hiking alone in the Sierras, you’re carrying a lot. Every night you set down the same pack, and you hear the clink of mason jars of peaches, the squish of your sleeping bag, the crunch of yesterday’s trash you had to pack back out because there was no garbage can near you. You can go for days hiking alone, and the sights […]

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