The last year of my life with a three at the beginning, says my older brother who is older and also is older than I am.
For old time’s sake: DUCKSTHS! SO MANY DUCKSTHS!
The smell of the lake and bodies covered in DEET.
Making blue, purple, red and orange memories. With worms.
So much water for the three of us who are much more used to sagebrush and tumbleweeds.
This water dog is teaching my water dog a few new tricks.
Celebrating the Fourth with friends and a short lesson in our ancestry.
Suddenly Utah’s famous green jello and funeral potatoes don’t seem so exotic.
After a night spent witnessing a way of life no mother or daughter or sister should have to endure.
After more than 30 hours of travel, I’m finally on the other side of the world. Where they are playing my daughter’s favorite song in the hotel lobby.