En route to Montreal, Quebec to temporarily escape the fires of Fort Wayne–I was psyched to be in a different narrative…even if only for a week. The thing about this life is that these moments don’t last. But that’s not the greeting moment you want to have on the back of your mind with a… Continue reading Montreal
Winter is now late summer and I know I don’t want to go back. I’m not going to forget the image of my dad and his three brothers–four sons–putting on grandpa’s John Deere baseball hats, carrying his coffin to the hearse on that snowy January day. The family stood watching, shivering, laughing and grieving, in… Continue reading Finality.
Cherry wine and sand. A bridge long enough to make you feel nervous, short enough to make you feel safe. Blue water, clear down to 19th century shipwrecks. Cool air that makes you think Canada with every local Yooper’s, “hello.” An eerie peace covers the forest and the water, harboring secrets of past battles and… Continue reading The Upper Peninsula
City of bridges. To everywhere, to nowhere. To fate, to choice. To continued paths and dead ends. To answers, to questions. To safety, to danger. To light days and dark nights. To abundance, to scarcity. To freedom, to captivity. To voluntary initiatives and compulsory actions. City of bridges. Which one to take.
I think traveling is addictive. The more I see, the more I want to see. There’s something about feeling small in such a large, enormous world that also makes you feel alive. Los Angeles, California was an adventure and here’s a tiny part of what the city and culture had to offer.
I dropped my bracelet in the toilet. No, SERIOUSLY. I dropped my bracelet in the toilet. It slipped off so silently. It didn’t even make a splash. I wasn’t even sure it really happened. Did my bracelet actually just fall in the toilet? But unfortunately it did. I covered my bracelet in soap and scorching… Continue reading Photography Keeps me Sane
I’m still recovering from work and family travel. Portland, Oregon, to Phoenix, Arizona, to Kitchener, Ontario Canada–all within two weeks. I’m ready for normalcy, schedules and less airports and driving. In the middle of it all, on my way to Arizona, I wrote the blog post below. And, in the midst of traveling and working… Continue reading The Cost
I bought my first spring dress back in February. I made a couple of mistakes. First, I “rewarded” myself after a successful workday and workout with a trip to Target. And second, a “quick trip” turned into an hour and Target had just started displaying spring inventory. Everything in Target distracts me. I was ultimately… Continue reading And What Do You Do? A Public Relations Professional’s Dilemma
I work in a Fort Wayne, Indiana Victorian mansion office suite. Most of the time I aim for work attire that’s comfy and classy.
5 AM. I’m up. I’m driving. And I’m there. I grabbed my overload of bags because I’ve become a bag lady (don’t want to forget anything, plus I live out of my car all day). Kind people take pity and open the doors. I float through and scan my gym tag. I approach the security… Continue reading I Don’t Know What I’m Doing
Rachel Batdorff 