In which Katie reckons with the things she lacks: control over the weather, fortitude to sleep in her truck in sub-freezing temperatures, time necessary to “write it all”…whatever the hell “it all” may be.… Read the rest
In which Katie faces problems with percolating, pronunciation, paying fees and potential prairie predators.
I woke up in my backseat cardboard cocoon this morning at around 6:30, amazed to feel fully rested and almost too warm and cozy in my mummy bag.… Read the rest
The universe didn’t want me to be a part of society on Tuesday. That much was perfectly clear to me. A screeching crow, blasting car horns and what sounded like an impassioned lovers’ quarrel all set off at 7:30 A.M… Read the rest