HOLY. FUCK. UTAH

Day 12 “Annie, get pictures.” He’s nodding towards the hills on both sides of us. They are covered by giant earth colored blankets. The billowy folds makes them look like cartoon drawings. It’s an aesthetic Michael is fond of in his own sketchbooks and abstract paintings. But these cartoon hills are majestic in light ofContinue reading “HOLY. FUCK. UTAH”

Success Is Just a Word

Day 11 I look longingly as I walk through the lounge chairs sprinkled in amongst palm trees, patches of green grass, and tall rocks. The adult-only pool and hot tub are empty. The water is still and waiting. A level below, my children are splashing and diving in another pool.  There’s a sandy beach landscapedContinue reading “Success Is Just a Word”