Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Project Couch-Hop continues with a salty beach weekend in Bolinas, Calif. More tales from the couch to come as travel season picks up! ((( Thanks, Jeannie, for your hospitality! )))

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§320 · June 4, 2007 · Couch-hop · (No comments) ·


El Cerrito, CA Being 26 means a whole new identity. Living at home, being cared for, yet feeling quite settled, self-sufficient and simple — I feel at once old and infantile. I ask myself: Am I getting really, really old really, really fast… or am I just still really, really young? Consider the evidence: Thursday […]

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§306 · March 26, 2007 · Couch-hop · (No comments) ·


Good-bye, New Mexico! And just when I’m leaving, I see green bulbs poking their head out of the dusty ground. Looks like there is life here after all, emerging only with the conclusion of my vacation — a sort of death, I suppose. I went for a run this morning around the track at NM […]

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§303 · March 20, 2007 · Couch-hop, Location-Location · (No comments) ·


(nearly) Every morning I write down a list of things for which I’m grateful. Here’s my list for this morning: Today I am grateful… 1. That despite my continued No Sleep Marathon in visiting my cousin I am feeling grounded and calm 2. For the 3 hours of sleep I did get 3. For the […]

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§302 · March 19, 2007 · Couch-hop · (No comments) ·


Fun Fact: My aunt, who I love dearly despite snoring, loves the color purple. You know the poem When I’m an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple? She’s a subscriber. Only, it’s not just her clothes. Everything, always purple. Her house: painted and furnished in purple. Her toiletries: purple. She even eats with purple silverware. […]

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§301 · March 18, 2007 · Couch-hop, Location-Location · (No comments) ·


Shit, I am dying. All talk of acceptance, and finally: put to the test. Right here, right now: death is upon me. I lie, unable to move, my head a collision of silence. Stinging whiteness licks me with her pin-tounge as I try to let go. Relax into it she hums, consuming deathjaws over, wave-heavy, […]

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§296 · March 16, 2007 · Couch-hop · (No comments) ·


Santa Fe, New Mexico 1. The TV was left on all night and it fuzzes with soft whisper of melody — an American melody — that hums in every corner of this house. I woke early before life, and moved beyond snoring, into the flavor of stillness and steam make tea. Haunted? No, I don’t […]

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§295 · March 14, 2007 · Couch-hop, Location-Location · 1 comment ·


Ready to leave the state again? Here we go on a [...]-long project where your author takes you along as she travels, staying on as many figurative couches as she can — and thus explores the inner and outer worlds in which we live. Time to hop on board! Weeeeee’re off to: NEW MEXICO First […]

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§293 · March 13, 2007 · Couch-hop, Location-Location · (No comments) ·