Solo car rides are generally therapeutic - perhaps in the same way as a "runner's high", which I generally miss out on because I'm experiencing a combination of nausea and internal dialogue of I hate this My lungs hurt I hate this I think maybe I'm dying. I've put 3500 miles on my car* in the…
Earthquakes and Tremors
A LOT of people ask me how my job works (in case you wondered: I fill short-term openings for 3 months at a time, moving on to the next short-term opening when my schedule allows). The statement that almost always accompanies my answer? "You must be single. You couldn't really do this with a family,…
I Found Joy in a Cheese Factory
What. a. Thrill. I've completed two weeks of thirteen in the eastern farm fields of Wisconsin, feeling thoroughly spun and twisted upside-down by the seven (7!!) roundabouts I weave through each way on my daily commute to a cheese factory's on-site wellness center - I feel like a rough-housed Slinky. But the job is great! A…
Conversations on El Camino 