Just another white girl.

On Halloween I was walking down Main Street and encountered a white male wearing a headdress. “Nice cultural appropriation asshole,” I said to him, making direct eye contact. In the weeks leading up to the holiday, my social media feed was filled with steps on how to “not be a culturally appropriating dick” on Halloween. […]

Some photos and words.

Acts of writing have become few and far between for me. It’s not because I don’t have time, it’s not because I don’t like to write anymore, it’s simply because I don’t have the drive to do it. Lately I have been making a conscious effort to do more of the things that make me […]

The Rivers that Raised Me.

About a month ago someone I love very much said something that struck a chord in my soul and I haven’t been able to let it go. He said, “Rivers are the veins of the earth,” and then held out his arms and balled his hands into fists, studying his own veins. That is when […]

Type B.A. (BadAss)

  Summer has come and gone and I’ve been drawn back into the overwhelming social scene that is Bozeman. The past week has left me adjusting back to “reality,” however you want to define that, and feeling a lot of different ways.   In a lot of ways, Bozeman feels more like home than anywhere […]

It’s lit, as the kids say today.

Where does one even begin to discover the words to explain the past seven days? The answer is no where. This past week spent in Utah was a speeding bullet train of neon colours, denim, leather boots, skinny skis, sweaty bootpacks, gloppy skins, a lot of cheese, probably too much beer, and a lot of […]


Well, I quit my job. If it doesn’t make you happy, don’t do it, right? I’ve heard this my whole life, yet for some reason it’s actually really hard to quit doing something that provides you with a steady income (at least enough to pay the bills) and gives your day some kind of structure. […]

Spread Telemark.

“Yup, this was the first place you were ever on skis…6 months old and nestled into my pack as I skinned under Shoshone; at least until the state of Wyoming told us it was illegal to ski with a child in your backpack,” my dad told me as we drank a beer and looked up […]