What I Found in Glacier.

Curled into my down comforter, the box fan in my window is blasting crisp fall air into the room. The contrast of welcoming warmth and biting breeze could not be more perceptible. Autumn is here in Montana, and we seasonal workers are stirring to move on to our new winter homes. Sentimentalism mixes with the […]

Four Reasons You Should Work in a National Park

What do you have in your backyard? Mine includes the Continental Triple Divide, twenty-five glaciers, a multitude of bears and moose and goats, an enormous see-through lake, and the US/Canadian border. Needless to say, my weekends are packed with hiking and camping and skimming rocks from the beach. It’s been a year since I picked […]

When Life Looks Perfect.

From the time I left Georgia a year ago to work seasonally in the National Parks, I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve heard “can I have your life?” or “your life is so much cooler than mine!” In the beginning I took those remarks as innocuous compliments, but then I realized how dangerous […]

I’m Not Who You Think I Am.

I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. I said I was going to wait until my trip to Montana was finished before I processed these last several months. Maybe it’s the IPA in my belly, or maybe my heart has sprung a leak, but this is the first time in months I’ve known it’s […]

Because You’re a Woman.

“Because you’re a woman,” were the words I heard as I asked why I should be the one to vacuum the dining room floor at work the other night. And I know he meant it as a joke, but the words stung like lemon in a wound, and I knew there was at least an […]

How It Started.

Darkness. And a silence that could deafen any listening ear. A void so deep only time could fill it. And then a Whisper. A Whisper so soft only straining ears could sense it. Tingling and mingling particles together, it gently filled the void. A Light. Beams of illumination gather together and slice Darkness like a knife […]

My Montana Plot Twist.

My eyes are a little sleepy and heart a little full as I write this. The skyline of Las Vegas fills my windshield, and as my body fills the passenger seat of my “Lola” the Corolla, I can feel my lips turn up their corners into a sheepish grin. Because I only have sixty-eight days […]

Duly Noted.