I’m originally from the desert southwest (all of it) but have lived in Portland, Oregon since 1999. I, my boyfriend, and my six-year-old daughter moved here when I was 22-years-old. I then married my boyfriend and we had twin sons, became grownups, and then got divorced and now we parent our wonderful 16-year-old sons together, but separately.
My roots are still in the desert, but my branches grow in the Northwest. I love tacos from food carts where the owners hardly speak English. I also love nachos and miss green chilies very much. However, I love Trader Joe’s, recycling, all the bridges, and never getting sunburns.
When I was a very little girl, I discovered that if you put a mirror under your chin, face up, and look down into it, it looks like you’re walking on the ceiling. I would spend hours and hours navigating my house on the ceiling or by turning somersaults on the floor. I guess I’ve always had an odd way of negotiating the world.
When I’m an old woman, I’ll wear second hand kimonos and keep my very long, white hair in braids. I’ll have a silver ring on each finger and twenty feral cats in my barn. I’ll live in a house on the outskirts of a small desert town and the children will all believe I’m a witch. I’ll live alone until I can no longer wipe my own ass or chop my own wood, which I’ll be able to do well into my nineties. At least, that’s what I tell myself now…as I lie here in bed next to my cat…fantasizing about an alternate universe where I know how to chop wood or sharpen an ax.