Whiskey and Waylon


On Friday nights, he would come home through the side door and pour a whiskey on the rocks while she cooked at the stove. We’d play at their feet, sitting by the refrigerator where the warm air blew. Dinner of the good food would be slow and easy, maybe it was their foreplay, and as the evening came, they would pour more wine. He would eventually walk to the next room and we’d know he was getting his guitar and my heart would swell. This always meant they were happy. With the dishes and cloth napkins still scattered at the table, he would take his time tuning the strings. We would leave them for a while for our own baptism. Filling the bathtub with bubbles and toys, swimming for what seemed like hours, letting the grit of the week wash away until finally we’d emerge all wrinkly and powdered white. And when it grew darker still, we padded back to the table to sounds of John Denver’s Country Roads or Waylon Jenning’s Mama Don’t Let Your Baby Grow Up to be Cowboys.

Friday nights.  In the green house.  Slow and easy.


My Now, a List


So go ahead, make your next bold move.  Tell us, what’s the next thing you’re gonna need to prove to yourself? Ani DiFranco

October was all about shining the light on the brave souls around me. I turned the tables on myself today and made this list.  My now.  Raw and unedited.

The song I can’t get out of my head:  Ani Difranco’s Your Next Bold Move from her Reckoning album.

My most cherished thing:  The ring my Grandma gave me to use as my wedding ring.  It was a ring my Grandpa had given her; they were married nearly 72 years.  It reminds me of my family of origin and the family I am creating.


Favorite book:  The Giver.  And Desert Solitaire.  And Body and Soul.


Tools of my trade:  Vision books and spirit guides.  My IPhone and Mac laptop.  A Moleskine notebook.  My Golden Earth Chakra oil for stability and abundance.

Studied:  Philosophy and Psychology. As well as tap dancing and violence prevention.

Favorite trip:  Our honeymoon to Tomales Bay in California. Staying at Manka’s Inverness Lodge, soaking in a wooden hot tub outside and buiding fires in our cabin.

My shelter–and happy place:  On the couch with my love watching taped Top Chef and eating arugula pizza. Dreaming of my Airstream trailer on my Pinterest board. Reading to them at bedtime.


I secretly want to be…ten again. Reading Little House on the Prairie after school and climbing trees and playing my boombox in my bedroom where my first vision board hung.

My favorite outfit:  Anything with my boots from Texas.


Best gift ever:  A plane ticket for Christmas to see my sister perform in an opera in San Diego.

I secretly love…donuts. And Instagram. The horoscopes in Elle magazine.

What fuels me:  The stories I hear. My children. One in three. Spirit guides. French pressed coffee.


Favorite movies:  Crash.  Sliding Doors. Knocked Up. And The English Patient.

Things/people/work I adore:  Lists and letters from Isabel. Daily pics from Alisha and Misty. Hannah’s Magic Making Circle. Anything written by Danielle LaPorte.

She said…



Magic words. Whoa.

I can’t wait to know who you are now.

I just love you.


You’ve captured my heart this morning.

I love that dream.

Thank you for teaching me to be brave.

We are soul sisters.

Humbled to feel seen.

Thinking of you and our unfinished dreams.

Thank you for taking me past the tears to the wisdom.

I wish you more bliss, beginnings and magic.

It’s not the same without you there.

You are a warrior woman.

Kindred, we are.

Clearly we rock.

I have loads of love for you.

Let’s be grit and rise partners.

You heal the world in ripples of endless generations.

It is your love language.

You just show up and the world is better.

Come out of the shadows. Step into the light. Enter the fray…Rise. You are not alone.

[Your] story and mine are marked upon my heart.

Here’s to the next brave move.


post inspired from Hannah Marcotti’s Community Grace course