The Musings Of a Pacific Northwest Scribbler

Making the most of rain, soaked inspiration and questionable decisions one blog post at a time.

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  • Yes. I Cry A Lot

    I cry a lot now. Both of my parents are dead, and even though our family was dysfunctional, I miss them more than I know how to explain. There were times I wondered if I was loved—if I was just the pain-in-the-ass kid, half-hidden in the family, tolerated more than…

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  • Reasons I Will Absolutely, Unequivocally NOT Swim in the Ocean

    I was having this conversation about the ocean, and swimming, and so the more I thought about the more anxious I became. This is dedicated…

  • I’m a Super-taster!

    For years—no, decades—I was relentlessly hassled, harassed, and side-eyed for being a picky, boring, and allegedly “unadventurous” eater. People acted like I was staging a…

  • Yes – I’m looking at you Roman Catholic Church.

    RANT MODE: ENGAGED. FULL STEAM AHEAD. Yes – I’m looking at you Roman Catholic Church. 😡 Let’s talk about this absolute dumpster fire of a…

  • What job would I do for free?

    What job would you do for free? Easy. Professional cuddler of baby animals. I’m talkin’ full-time snuggler to cows, kittens, puppies, and beluga whales (yes,…

● About Me

Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest—back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth (or so it feels some mornings)—I’m what you’d call “seasoned.” After a lifetime of wandering around this big, quirky United States, collecting stories, bad habits, and questionable furniture, I’ve found myself right back where I started. Guess home really does call you back, like a determined telemarketer.

This blog? It’s… well, it’s everything and nothing, really. A hodgepodge of childhood memories, random musings, opinions no one asked for, and the occasional tangent about whatever pops into my brain at 3 a.m. Think of it as my mental junk drawer—only slightly more organized and with fewer rubber bands.

If you’re into stories about the good old days (when TV had antennas and phones had cords), reflections on life’s oddities, or just want to hang out in the mind of someone who thinks they’re funnier than they probably are—welcome.

Grab a cup of coffee, settle in, and let’s take a trip through my scribbles. It’s part nostalgia, part nonsense, and all me. If nothing else, I promise you’ll leave here either entertained, confused, or both.

Stick around—there’s plenty more where this came from.

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