It all started with the carpet. After living with the exact same home décor for the past seven years, I suddenly realized the living room carpet sucked. I had been in denial for the longest time about my area rug choice, which was a combination of two vintage orange shags and one black and white zebra stripe.
The orange shag was authentically from the 1970s, or perhaps even the 60s, given to me back in Tucumcari, New Mexico, from the people at the radio station. I had paid a visit to interview one of them for the newspaper where I worked.
“Love! the carpet,” I had exclaimed.
Station folks explained it was only temporary. It had come from someone’s basement after they had to pull up their existing carpet due to a flood. Once they get the new carpet, would I like the orange shag?
“Would I ever!”
The orange shag then followed me around from New Mexico to Northern California, Southern Oregon to Tucson, Arizona. The nostalgia and color that matches absolutely nothing blinded me to the sorry shape the rugs were actually in. Continue reading Beware of Crappy Carpet: The Great Home Improvement Project
Road trip with mom included trek to Grand Canyon (wheee!) as well as a poetry reading in Flagstaff as part of the 2015 Northern Arizona Book Festival.
Craving Grand Canyon poetry? Check out the poetry anthology Going Down Grand. You’ll be treated to my poem “Death in the Grand Canyon” and oodles of other captivating works.