June

On Now: One thousand words of summer, staying at an off-grid cabin, and the time my partner auditioned for Daisy Jones & The Six

June was my birthday and thunderstorms and wild blackberries. It was fireflies and foggy mornings and swimming naked in the river. It was writing one thousand words a day and orange blossom cider. It was going all in instead of giving up. It was street fairs and bare feet and my son learning to speak in sentences. It was poems about breaking open and poems about standing still. It was roadside chicory, campfires, and wild yeast doughnuts on Saturday mornings. It was long phone calls with the people I love and fresh basil from the garden. It was red clover tucked behind my ear and double-scoop ice cream. It was finger-painting in the sun and dancing in the street to folk music. It was wanting to have another baby and not wanting to have a baby. It was planting sunflowers and sex past midnight and finally understanding the story I want to tell. It was the first tomato blossoms and Father’s Day and belly laughs. It was the beginning of summer and the red moon. It was bone-white Levi’s and puzzles and pizza under the magnolia tree. It was tan lines and falling asleep with wildflowers in my hair. It was a cabin with no service and no electricity in the mountains that are always blue. It was love and home and my son, my son, my son.

What I’m Watching

Daisy Jones & The Six

I’m late on this, I know. I’m late on everything because I rarely take the time to watch television, but this is something I know I needed to see. In 2019 my partner Perry was contacted by a casting agency to audition for the role of Billy Dunne (the lead role). Perry is not an actor. The agency found his music on Instagram and thought he might be a good fit. We were in California traveling from the Mojave up through Big Sur with our three dogs at the time.