dip ‘n dots in Forest Park.
These voices of Hannah Glavor and the family Band, (known as simply, Hannah Glavor), are the golden ones. Your ears will be so happy they’ll make a deal with your vocal chords to start speaking just to thank you. And I’ll miss hearing Hannah’s voice carry through our house’s vents and walls. I’m sure glad they make these that I can play over and over, everywhere I go. Watch and listen more here.
This happened last week. Every morning I wake up and smile that it’s mine.
To some, it’s just an Aspen leaf. To me, it’s a symbol I’ll carry of community, connectedness, and strength through fragility. Aspen trees are like people; their roots are connected underground as they grow together through the calm and through the storm. The specific leaf this tattoo was drawn after, was one that has been in my possession for close to 3 years, through 3 moves and 2 different people. And we’re moving together again to Kansas. But together we’ll make it. We’ll be okay.
(Tattoo by John at Scapegoat in Portland, Oregon).
maybe those magical rays will turn him into a unicorn and he can break away from the streetz.
This was a good and simple day with a strong heart.
Also, if you haven’t had the pleasure of tasting two tarts’ tiny cookies, please, do yourself a solid and treat yourself as soon as possible. And if I may jump into wishful mom mode, they’re perfectly sized for little paws, and even better sized for adults who want to sample a variety of flavors. MMM.
Loretta, rider on the storm.
My musical friends Hannah and Caroline. Hear them in Portland this Thursday at Alberta Public House. It has old church pews and a quaint atmosphere.
Horses weren’t the only animal of transportation Portlanders once roamed about on, tying up to street curbs. Some used moose.
Andrew Bird said there’s gonna be snacks. Performing one of my old favorites, “Tables and Chairs” at Arlene Schnitzer; a perfect venue for him. If you ever get the chance to hear anyone sing here, please do. Voices carry deep and full like they’re singing through the mountains.

project break time included a bike ride downtown (to return rented snow shoe tails) and a cold brew coffee over ice cream. win. happy Easter ya’ll.
Speaking of awesome, Picket Line a lovely graphic novel by my dear friend Breena Wiederhoeft, is still for sale in her online store and at various stores around Portland, including Powells! The wonderful trailer was made by another good friend, Nate Grubbs, who is a filmmaker, photographer, and designer. Sheesh my friends are talented.
Showing someone around Portland always make me fall in love with it all over again. bikes. bridges. ice cream. stouts. coffee. pizza. breakfast. walking. trees. dreaming up outdoor adventures. books. music. awkward movies. wholesome movies. the house i live in. funny conversations with strangers on public transit. all of it. Thanks Jenny, (mostly for your “Beaker face”…see above).
Someday Broose will be printed for holiday cards instead of emailed, but for now, he’s enjoying the worldwide web.
Neighborhood pick ups.