Big Dates

This past summer while I was somewhere floating around in a van on the west coast, I had several really important anniversaries.

July 27th was the one year anniversary of when my life stood still for a hot second and I found out I was pregnant.  Thinking about that day makes me feel so many things and I think that’s why I didn’t write about it.

August 9th was the anniversary of when I had the procedure done and August 25th was the evening that two friends saved my life.

A year later things are so different.

Nothing I feel about last summer is the same. I’ve often contemplated taking down or rewriting that post, but I think it’s really important to remember where I’ve been and what it was like while I was there.

If you never read the original post you can read it here.

To close this post I just want to say thank you. Thank you to the people who supported me while I was going through this, thank you to the people who have forgiven me for whatever wrong occurred, thank you to the two people who reminded me that being alive was worth it, thank you to Planned Parenthood, thank you to the people who defend the right to choose, thank you to the people who reach out to me all the time to share their experiences and thank you to the people who read this and shared it with someone who may have needed to know they were not alone. Thank you all so much.



This weekend I went to Vermont and did some lovely things like poked around Smuggler’s Notch and investigated Emily’s Bridge.

I also drank lavender mead which is super sweet and tastes like you’re getting drunk off of a garden. It’s like you’re swallowing the essence of all the warm colors, pollen and sunshine.
I’m a pretty big fan as you can tell.

If you are ever in Stowe I advise you to go to The Dutch Pancake (they do GF toast for you Silly Celiacs like me!)
 I also advise popping over to Waterbury to imbibe at The Blackback Pub. The owners are amazingly friendly and knowledgeable about beer culture and the atmosphere is quintessentially Vermont. 

Beta testing this post and where it goes

I seem to quit Tumblr like every other month. Anyway thanks to some reprogramming on my side all of my blog posts will now come here and my blog ( this post is actually testing that I set it all up correctly.

Anyway. This post is to tell you to check my blog out and to check my tumblr out. I’m not saying that either will in any way change your life, but they might entertain you.

Well. I’m on my way to Vermont so I’ll check in with you all later.

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Shit I learned while traveling in a van

I learned…..

That inspiration can be found just as easily on the road as at home. It can also be just as elusive. In fact, inspiration may have absolutely nothing to do with where you are, but might be a state of mine.

Pubic hair is natural and trying to dry shave in the woods will cause you infinitely more discomfort than just letting go of societal confines.

Some mountains are not worth climbing. This is a metaphor for life. If the scenery hasn’t changed after a certain elevation, just turn the fuck around.

As a woman you CAN in fact pee anywhere. You may choose not to, but it is in fact possible.

Peeing outside is liberating.

Peeing outside in the dessert where tarantulas live is frightening.

Fashion is great, but function is necessary.

If you can live in a van with someone for a month and not kill them, you might be soul mates.

Sleep is overrated.

We shower WAY too much in everyday life.

You should NOT eat fast food. Like ever. Not even on the road. Just don’t do it. Unless part of your road experience is never pooping properly again.

You should drink liquor with strangers.

You should talk to strangers.

Don’t talk to dangerous strangers.

There is nothing in Idaho but factory farms and outcroppings of outrageous looking volcanic rock, but you should drive through it anyway.

America is cow country. So many fucking cows.

After you leave the east coast it’s probably ok to pick up hitch hikers.

Fucking Kansas has some shady laws about pulling over cars to search for drugs. Read up on that and act accordingly.

National Park Rangers are rude and essentially federal rent-a-cops with AK-47’s. Treat them with respect or they will really make your life awful.

Don’t bring drugs. Bring some weed. Not a lot and not anything you can’t get rid of really fast if you get pulled over. Anything else is seriously not worth the risk.

Travel with fascinating people.

Do fascinating things.

Don’t sleep past 7am. You can sleep when you’re dead.