103/365

lists I loved to make when I was a kid:

party ideas
what to pack for camp
stories to write
clothes and records to buy
ways to be thinner and prettier

(yes I know-- the last one is sad)

102/365

things I miss, part one:

dance class
a toddler in the crook of my hip
my twenty-something eyebrows
phone conversations with my mom
a president who reads
the oregon coast
health insurance
idealism

101/365

a few people I met tonight at my very first silent book club:

lauren, who was reading the joy luck club
erin, who was reading the power
nicholas, who was reading hope never dies
cherie, who was reading her veterans health benefits handbook

p.s. I love silent book club. I love it. I love it.

100/365

ways I will celebrate making one hundred lists for one hundred days:

leave confetti in odd places around the house
find (and consume) all hidden candies and chocolates
give myself an imaginary award that can also be worn like a cape 
deliver my acceptance speech in the shower
plan an imaginary train trip across the country
purchase a pretzel at sonic
make more lists

99/365

things that are free, part one:

walks
libraries
flowers that grow wild along the highway
those tiny cups of coffee at trader joe's

the swings at the park

window-shopping

people-watching
bike rides

98/365

photographers who have greatly influenced me, photographers I find wildly inspiring:

dorothea lange
mary ellen mark
helen levitt
wendy ewald
carrie mae weems
diane arbus
graciela iturbide
sheila pree bright
vivian maier
elsa dorfman
uta barth
zoe strauss

(happy international women's day, my friends)

97/365

feverishly working on:

site 
zines
self

february in photographs

(this is what hope looks like)

96/365

things adults once told me, part one:

you should not eat that one thing
you will always struggle with your weight
you will never pull it off

95/365

things I want to remember about february:

the discovery of cara cara oranges

the discovery of a secret entrance to the creek

geese wandering in suburban shopping mall parking lots

overheard conversations in the lobby of the hotel clermont

losing myself in films and documentaries for an entire week

long walks in the neighborhood

a love letter to my library

a valentine in my mailbox from my friend gudrun

the tree in front, slowly exploding with cotton white blooms

the look on ezra's face when I gave him a beater covered in pink frosting

the look on ava's face while visiting an excellent college art department

takeout chinese and cherry cider and fortune cookies on valentines day

small embroidered daisies found at salvation army for a dollar, promptly added to the gallery wall

double dutch bus vinyl found at an old used book store for three dollars, promptly put into heavy rotation

branches cut from trees in the backyard, brought inside and put in jars

dollar store candles lining my mantle

the inordinate amount of cakes I baked 

the making of my first roux

the saturday night my dad drove all the way from illinois to surprise me

a pot of tea with scones and clotted cream and jam

winter hammock swinging

christmas lights up on the front of the house, still

january in photographs

94/365

people I think I could have been:

librarian
set designer
high school art teacher
high school english teacher
decorator of cakes

93/365

small pleasures, part five:

postcards
paint chips
old school motel room keys
bubble gum machines
warm bath robes
toasted marshmallows
the smell of bread baking

92/365

books I read in february:

devotions: the selected poems of mary oliver (mary oliver)
upstream: selected essays (mary oliver)
the little friend (donna tartt)
jimmy's blues and other poems (james baldwin)
america (zoe strauss)

91/365

on this first (rather personally unusual) day of march:

dress, ironed
good breakfast, consumed
expectations, heightened
college, visited
scholarship interview, completed
long drive home, feet up on dash

(it was a big day for ava)