Creative Nonfiction by Andrea Badgley
From my teen years on, from the first day I learned that intuition was a thing that might exist, I believed fully in it. I have no doubt that we can sense things that aren’t visible, that our gut can guide us, that we can just have a feeling. The problem was, I didn’t know … Continue reading Aging and intuition
It’s been unseasonably warm the past few days, with highs in the 50s instead of the 30s we’d normally expect in February. Last night, before going to sleep, my husband opened our bedroom window. Just a few inches, but enough to let in a balmy rush of fresh air. My god it smelled good. After … Continue reading Sleeping with the window open
I received a surprise in the mail last week. Out of the blue, a friend sent me this book: Braiding Sweetgrass. My friend said in her gift note, “Beautiful blend of personal narrative, ecosystems, and botany. Her voice reminds me of your blog posts.” After reading a few chapters, I have to say that latter … Continue reading Morning reading
I was in the kitchen making dinner last night, and my phone dinged with a new text message. I wiped my hands from chopping onions and picked my phone up off the counter. “Can we go to iceland” This from our son in our family group messages, the modern equivalent of the household intercom. He … Continue reading Iceland and the Bahamas
We are teaching our son how to drive. And I thought having a baby was stressful! Driving lessons are going slowly. At first, we took him on Sundays to the Corporate Research Center nearby. It’s a large enough multi-building, spread-out office complex that there are a few ways to make large loops that involve getting … Continue reading Driving for donuts
Saturday morning, reading by the window. I’ve got no plans. Maybe I’ll read all day with a cat on my lap, pausing only to eat and make coffee. Probably I won’t do that, but it’s a nice dream. Continue reading Saturday daydream
