January, 2018: It’s early, but it's one of the first days of the year that spring is in the air. It smells different. It's such a good smell, I decide to jog. I’m not very good at jogging. I get out of breath easily and then I get grumpy. But maybe today, the sun and…
May 10 For two months, I have been within an hour of home, but I haven't spent more than 30 minutes there. "Home," I guess, is shorthand for the house near Green Lake in Seattle where I pay rent and live with seven women and keep my art and dried beans. I’ve stopped in two…
Chelsea the Writer 