To help silence or at least decrease the number of question marks people use when I tell them where I live.
It turns out that posh toothbrushes exist. This knowledge now takes up space in my brain.
Sure, there’s more green Jell-O here than there is in the entire rest of the world, but there’s also this.
When Marlo asks what she was like at five years old I’ll pull up this post and say, “This is a small but very accurate sample.”
Very rarely do I use the flash on my camera, but there are certain instances when it is required.
Snow in October. Just as certain as death and taxes.
“Chi son? Sono un poeta. Che cosa faccio? Scrivo. E come vivo? Vivo. In povertà mia lieta scialo da gran signore rime ed inni d’amore.”
A small heads up for anyone headed to this beautiful spot in the middle of The Great Salt Lake.
There isn’t even a name for what happened to me so I’m calling it “Just Put Down Your Damn Phone.”
Yet another moment in a very necessary recurring series.