Madeleine Peyroux - River (with k.d. lang)
I have never spent a Christmas apart from my parents. If this were a competition, I would note that my sister, Nicole, once spent Christmas in México during college. (What, Nicole, what?) When will I break this pattern, and for what reason? I cannot yet imagine, or rather, the [...]
What am I doing with my car? I am sitting in my dining room on 17th and Denny and looking out the window at Sparkle Motion, wondering at its fate while I am far far away. And I think about the six weeks that I have left in Seattle—six weeks from today until December 22nd—and [...]
I ate four apple cider doughnuts on an achingly autumn afternoon with my father Federico and my mother Melanie and my sister Nicole and my brother-in-law Mark. Not pictured above are the wedding I attended the day before in Gloucester for Amy and Don or the striking colors of my first return to October in [...]
I feel obliged to archive my day, this 9th of September of 2009, because over and over today I was just feeling fucking triumphant. I woke up just after 7am rested and happy and, without even getting out of bed, got an email via iPhone with fantastic work news (which will remain undisclosed). Trust me: [...]
I flew to Oaxaca on February 23rd, 2009, to meet my sister, Nicole, her then-fiancé-now-husband Mark, and our families. We gathered there for Nicole and Mark's wedding, for a wonderful week of delicious food and happy urban wanderings and a few moments of perhaps more stressful wedding preparation. Sometimes, I may have looked a bit [...]
I am awake, right now, so late because—can you guess? Come on, I thought you knew me better than that. I have an early plane flight! Why else would I be awake?
Oh, right, I stay awake this late all the time when I have work to do. Um, okay, moving on to my actual topic.
Ahem.
I [...]
I don't quite know what to say. Life here is both focused and calm. We each have our daily rhythms and goals and coast happily along through the breezy morning and scorching afternoons and balmy evenings. I am working—I am billing hours—but at any point could skip off to enjoy the beach a bit more. [...]
