Wheatfields of Gentrification
Last weekend, I had family in town so we went over to Bozeman to look for the Utah Peach Guys (couldn’t find them, it’s okay I don’t have time to make jam this year), and to see some art. My ex-stepmother is still a beloved friend, even 30 years after she and my dad divorced
Crush
Hello! I’m still here. What happened? May is gone? We’re well into June? At any rate, there was too much rain, and some late snow (that trapped people on the Bozeman pass for hours), carpal tunnel surgery on my left wrist, and a lingering respiratory/sleeping sickness that keeps testing negative for Covid but who knows
The Act of Looking
I went to Paris for a week this month. It’s been 20 years since my last trip, the story of which is integral to the memoir manuscript I’m working on, and I both wanted a bookend trip for that chapter, and to see the gigantic Rothko show that’s been running at the Fondation Louis Vuitton
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