Evening in Ulaanbaatar

Day starts to end. The sky a pasty pink, the bus quiet save for for a toddler’s chatter entertaining weary, content faces . Stepping o’er feathers watching summer clothes and heels tap tap tap in tune with the lines you skip over on the sidewalk. Smells change with every other pace – savoury sweet still…

So much for Not Journaling…

I found something I wrote a year ago today. For someone who does not journal, it sounds a lot like journaling. You have been warned. One year ago I had just moved from my hometown to a small town. 7 hours south; Away from my friends and familiarity; moving in with my parents. Awesome. Every…

Bus Times is Good Times

As I sit gleefully piecing together Mongolian insults out of my limited vocabulary, Adele works on memorizing scripture on our bus ride. Soon she will be able to recite the book of Ephesians, and I will be able to say “You stupid cabbage” and “dirty monkeys” at the drop of a hat. Clearly, we see…

Simply, a Late-Night Update

I’m under a silver-dollar moon and breathing crispy night air right now. I’m currently staring up at the stars and realizing that these are the same stars that have shone for basically forever, and seen from all over. Pretty cool, I assure you. Same stars as up North, same stars as PG, same stars you…

Dish Poem #2

Australian laughter Siberian smoke with Crème brulee and tres leche while washing a pot made in Korea. African tales under rainbow trout snowshoes and stuffed caribou. For such big land it sure is a small world. ~~Post-Script~~ Dude! What’s with this? Since when did I have anything do with poems? Je ne sais pas… Maybe…

Life Lesson #91

Life lesson for ya: Always wipe clockwise, when cleaning showers. Particularly the knobs. Trust me on this one. Love from your ever-wise and experienced cleaning lady, ~Anna Brown P.S. It’s harder to remember than you’d think!

If You Hate Scenery, Pass This By.

It’s been a week and a day since I left Smithers. After driving North for six hours, we unloaded the pick up and ate some fries and I hoisted my duffel, backpack and trusty ol’ gumboots in the back of a floatplane and clambered in. Then we flew, and this is what I saw: Green…

When the Cows Come Home.

[So this post has nothing to do with my life adventures or anything important at all. Just so you know.]  I used to watch the cows as they went to work in the morning and head back home every night. I would sit on the floor at my Grannie’s and watch out the patio door…