Some of my best stuff. For Pinto, who is free. Cradling that white box in my arms, heavy with the weight of Pinto, I hallucinated a muffled woof as I made my way across the parking lot to my van. Pinto barking in response to the kennel next door, all the dogs clattering at their chainlink. What he would have said, anyway. How could he be dead? What even was death? In the morning I can hear the doves, in.

The time of reflection and The crumbs on the floor. Thursday, August 13, 2015. Nature Journaling Colorado Travel Journal. Emboldened by my Ireland travel journal. On our way out, I kept track of the states we traveled through, our travel time, mileage, rest stops, gas consumption, and tolls- data we can use for planning future road trips. I like sketching flowers best, but only managed two.

Finding my path through the vines. Fund My Pacific Crest Trail Journey. There was trail magic there, muffins, fruits and drinks! Thanks fo.

Vanessa is a Portland based queer feminist writer. You can find her words at Autostraddle. And right here on her personal blog. She hates writing in the third person, loves crafting and baking, and looks forward to moving back to a queer rural commune. You can follow her sporadic musings on Twitter.