Inspired By In July 2025

July always feels like the Saturday of summer, and August the Sunday night. Tomorrow’s August 1st, and I can already feel that creeping Sunday-night energy. But for now? I’m leaning into it: bike rides, boogie boarding, beach reads, family dinners. Sun-drunk and salty.

Inspired By In June 2025

She said she liked the way the people in Mansfield seemed to have enough.  She said they weren’t into “more, more, more, for the sake of more” the way many people in Portland are. And she found this lovely and refreshing.  She finds it refreshing, but frankly, this ‘enough’ mindset drives me bats. I see it as a form of complacency.

Inspired By In April 2025

I’ve been listening to her coverage of Trump’s first hundred days, and her informed rage is deeply, deeply satisfying. I like that she comes with stories, history, connections, and receipts. I hate hearing about the things she reports on; they wreck me, but I need to hear. As of today, she’s returning to just Mondays, and I will miss her.

Inspired By In March 2025

The problem with me is that I am a terrible photographer. Not only that, but I always want to take a picture at the wrong time, like during yoga class when everyone is in Happy Baby, or of someone who definitely does not want their picture taken. I take these forbidden pictures anyway.

Inspired By In February 2025

I’m currently reading Something In The Woods Loves You by Jarod K. Anderson. It’s making me feel kinda the same way I felt when I read Braiding Sweetgrass. Like nature will cure us if we let her. It makes me want to go for long walks in the woods, and not think about all the things.