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“The Cove” by Ron Rash

Before leaving California this December, my old employees/best friends pitched in and bought me an iPad Mini for work. With my new job here in Colorado, Ron Rash Cove book coverthey thought it would help hurl me into the new year, organized and paperless. They were wrong. I forget it at home, I don’t like to write my calendar on it, when I do remember to take it with me, I forget to charge it. It’s been two months, and I’ve downloaded like six apps. And a ton of books.

After spending four plus years in the CSU system, studying English, being able to choose your own reading material is uplifting. What, I don’t HAVE to read this Shakespeare? I don’t NEED to study Plato? Shut the front door. Having the ability to choose your own literature–it’s liberating, it’s relaxing, it’s fun. And with this new little machine, I can carry all my new loves right into bed with me, and the light doesn’t even bother Kris.

Recently, I finished reading, “The Cove,” by Ron Rash. Wow. If you’re looking for an amazing story, I highly recommend this novel. From the third-person narrative, it tells of a lonely girl during World War I, printed with what most of her towns people believe to be witch-marks. Her parents have died, her hero brother is planning to leave her, and it seems that her life is about to slip quietly away, into the dark of the Appalachians. In the first few pages, the reader hears music with Laurel as she sits at the creek, the only bit of sunlight left on her families dying land, cleaning her brothers clothes. I won’t give the story away, but those looking to learn a little bit about American history, and the follies of human nature, read this novel.

February 18, 2013 at 7:46 pm Leave a comment

Birthday in Evergreen.

We’ve been living in Colorado for over a month now and are still adjusting. This state is beautiful, and though we are stuck in the city for at least eight more months, we’ve been trying to venture to the wilderness as much as possible. And wilderness, there is. This Wednesday is Kris’ 39th birthday, so today we decided to take a drive to Evergreen, a small town about 30-40 minutes southwest of Denver to celebrate.20130127-181307.jpg

We got lost a few times, but that’s our favorite part of being in a new, amazing place. First we found Dinosaur Ridge, a nature park where dinosaur bones have been discovered, full of hiking and bike trails. A few miles farther, we stopped in Aspen Park for delicious birthday calzones, bigger than my head. Continuing our adventure, we finally found Evergreen, and fell in love.

The town is small, and slightly touristy. The homes are created with need, not of want. Built into the sides of the rocky mountains, decks spring out decorated in peace signs and twinkle lights, people stroll the streets with dogs and smiles. Our main goal in going there was to scope out some properties we had found for sale online, and we kind-of, sort-of found the perfect one. Though at this point we are unable to purchase, it’s nice to have the goal of space.

I’ve been feeling overwhelmed with this new job, this new place, no friends, etc. I feel like being on the corporate path may not be the path for me. I don’t want to worry about numbers everyday, all day long. I miss nature, I miss air, I miss dirt roads. I don’t want to go to bars on the weekend, and shopping just because really isn’t my thing. I want to sit outside in the quiet sunshine with a glass of wine and a new book on the weekends. I want to grow my own food. I want to build a fire pit, and raise chickens. I want to sew, and recycle, and compost. Today’s drive reminded me of that Madelyn. It made me realize why I’ve been so sad, so unsatisfied, and reminded me of the girl who wants dirt in her nails and flowers in her hair, every day of the week.

January 27, 2013 at 5:13 pm 1 comment

Summer Roadtrip 2012 — Part 1

Over the summer, Kris and I ventured from California to Indiana in his loaded-down 2004 Chevy Aveo. We had spent the summer together in California, wasting hours on my apartment patio, writing, debating, drinking, loving. I don’t have many positive things to say about Fresno, but the summer nights are something of a rarity. The air is thick and hot, but a breeze develops around seven o’clock. Children fill the sidewalks with bicycles and skateboards, and adults sit out side, trying not to sweat. As the sun sets close to nine o’clock, diluted with smog, the sky turns orange, purple, pink–like the sun itself is exhaling, spreading her arms wide into the sky, wiggling her fingers, relaxing.

We were lucky to have this summer together, Kris had planned to visit for the month of May, and then head back to Indiana. One month turned into two, two into three, three into four. Come July, it was time for him to return to Purdue and begin teaching. I had never met his brother he talks of so fondly, or his Pa in Oklahoma, or driven through this beautiful country–going together seemed like the only logical decision.

Our first stop was Sacramento, where we visited with my Grandma over sandwiches and potato salad. It was their first meeting, and my heart swelled listening to two of my favorite people banter back and forth–intelligently–discussing American politics for the last one hundred years.  She supplied us with blocks of fancy cheese, crackers, strawberries, and all the love and luck in the world. We were unable to stay the night with her that day, and at the time it seemed like the most logical decision since we were on a time schedule, but today, I regret not staying with her. Each time I see my grandmother, I think that I will see her soon, but it’s never true. It would have meant a lot to both her and I if we would have stayed, and I feel selfish for not doing so.

That night, we drove for about six more hours, and ended up crashing at a motel somewhere in Nevada, along the loneliest road in America. We ate gas station muffins for breakfast, and continued our journey. I slept for a few hours in the car, as Kris listened to Phish with the windows down. For lunch we found a China Buffet in a town of maybe 1,000 people. We drove through a lightening storm entering Utah, a state I found incredibly beautiful. We took our time driving through the Red Rocks, discussing religion and making up scenarios for what ancient people must have used such amazing land formations for.

November 11, 2012 at 12:34 pm Leave a comment

Four month update.

In less than six weeks, I am moving to  Colorado. The plan–originally–had been to graduate in December, say, “Goodbye!” to California, and move to Indiana. Instead, I got a promotion with my company, and am being relocated. Kris will be moving with me, and we are so ecstatic to start our lives together–finally–in a new place. We’ve been separated for over a year, him in Indiana teaching, me in California. It’s too hard. We discussed continuing this separation until May, but it’s just not worth it. We will always have opportunities in separate locations because of our career fields, we’ve decided to make our relationship number one. Family is close, money will be good. We’ll be able to afford a wedding, a home, life.

We are moving without any furniture in hopes that we will be able to either salvage or build everything for our new home, together. (I hope to document all the projects here!) We are excited to spend time together each evening, curled up on the couch with our pug Sparky, watching Netflix. We have bought books on gardening, cooking and homesteading. We have vowed to explore, to ride bikes, to kayak. We hope to make new friends.

I have never moved anywhere. I’ve lived in the same area for my entire twenty-four years. I have gone over seas, I have been out of state, but never have I been brave enough–or stable enough–to venture so far away, so permanently. I have always dreamt of living somewhere new, somewhere I can make my own, but the circumstances have never been right. Today, I feel so blessed to have everything right. I have the man, the career, the education, the drive, and most importantly, the love and support from friends and family.

Things will not be easy, and I’m sure there will be days filled with frustration and tears, but to know that I’ve earned this is so uplifting. I’ve earned this. I’ve paid for school myself, I’ve supported myself since the age of eighteen, I’ve worked instead of taking vacations, I’ve studied instead of just passing. Now, all my hard work has paid off, and it–my life–is happening. Buckle your seat belt, this adventure is going to be awesome.

 

November 1, 2012 at 11:39 pm Leave a comment

A letter to my friend.

My roommate is currently at basic training, she’s going to be a military nurse after graduation. She’s been gone for about ten days now, and I miss her presence so much. Our apartment just isn’t the same without her spunky demeanor. Below is a recent letter I sent her.

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Dear Mari,

Hey, lady,—imagine me singing that like the Led Zeppelin song, even though you probably don’t know what I’m talking about—I miss you. I hope you haven’t died, and aren’t growing mold. It’s been hot here, 110 plus yesterday. Kris is back in town. Today we cleaned the patio, killed one giant black widow and sprayed the fuck out of the dirt areas with spider repellant. This evening we barbecued turkey burgers, baked sweet potato fries, and diced a fresh watermelon—of course we had a couple of drinks, white Russians for the man, bloody Mary’s for me. Tomorrow I have work and Kris is helping my dad with the property, afterwards is the work team builder, and I’m sad you’re not going to be there. Today, our boss told me about her date with her husband. They saw a movie, had lunch, then went home and took a nap. A nap, wink wink. Gross, huh? But, at least they’re in love and still rocking the boat at almost seventy.

We went and saw “Prometheus” yesterday, and I’m going to quote Kris’ Facebook status to tell you what I thought. Kris said, “Just came out of the bathroom, and the only difference between what I created while I was in there and what Ridley Scott created with “Prometheus” is that I simply flushed, and that dickhead charged me eleven dollars to see his.” It was that bad, Mar, just pure shit. The characters weren’t developed; the premise of the story was convoluted. We looked up what the critics had to say after our incredible disappointment and the movie received a 7.7 out of 10. Shocked. Other than a few intense action scenes, the film was almost two hours of repetitiveness, amped up lame lines, and far-fetching emotion. When you get back, please, don’t see it.

However, speaking of movies, I don’t know when you’ll be back, but the local theater is having a Batman marathon in preparation for the new film. You should try and get your man to come up that weekend and go, the date is July 19th. A whole day of Batman nerds in an air conditioned theater with the man you love? That sounds like your perfect day. Well, minus your wedding, of course.

I’ve been thinking about your wedding a lot, and I know I said I would send pictures of things I have found, but I don’t know how to get them from the website to this file. I’m on Kris’ computer, since mine has decided to be an asshole, but know I have found lots of things. We need to sit down and scour Etsy for a few hours when you get back, so many cute dresses, accessories, and bridal party attire. This bridesmaid is totally stoked.

Is basic training all that it’s up cracked up to be—absolute hell? I hope you’re hanging in there, and know I am so incredibly proud of you and the path you’ve chosen for yourself. I get tripped out thinking about how long we’ve been buddies, and how much our lives have changed to reach these points in our lives. You training to be an officer, getting married, me finishing my degree and moving across the country to be closer to Kris. It’s been a whirlwind, but I’m so glad that I’ve had you in my life and by my side through everything. Even though you’re miles away and maybe lonely at times, disconnected from your everyday life, know that I love you, and am so damn proud, my friend.

Write soon, if you can. If not, I’ll see you soon. Take care of yourself.

Love Always,

Madelyn Quigley

June 19, 2012 at 10:05 pm Leave a comment


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