here first. until we are there.

saturday nights

i’ve never been the one out on a saturday night. but i spent the last hours of it with my hands up three chickens, cleaning them for roasting later. (there is pride in that sentence.)

and even if i was scared silly (i was alone on the first floor —– scared enough that i would lure betchay,my warrior mini pin/poodle mix,with spam,) i realized that just maybe i can really learn to do this.

it’s a new year, and just maybe the newness will reach me.


on another note, please watch isabel allende’s talk on


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