Hi!  I'm Evi (you say it like Chevy).  
I'm glad you're here.  

I've always been a fan of a good story, the kind that helps me forget and remember all at once.  Everything here is geared toward that.  When I created this space, my intention was to "turn up the volume of the still small voice" in my life.  That holds true as I write, hoping to tune into the Deep Goodness bubbling up under everything.

I want to notice. . . and say thanks.  And maybe help you do that too.

"Your 30 day gratitude challenge occurred at a perfect time for me. It really has helped me focus on things for which I am grateful and enabled me to realize all of the goodness in life!" - A Reader






My Thanks. . . 

Thanks bookclub gals. . . for being my people and re-charging my batteries every month.


Thanks tacos.  For being tacos.  


Thanks backpacking gals for adventures that always pick up right where we left off.


Thanks Sterling peeps for welcoming me in a town that wasn't mine.  I'm home. :)  We are thankful to raise our kiddos in community.  It takes a village. . . thanks for being ours.


Thanks Mom for taking me to the library so much, for encouraging me, and for always talking through the spots that feel too real. If all kids had moms like you. . . 


Thanks Dad for showing me how to be a thinker, for saying my writing is, "a wow thing" at a time when I thought about quitting.  Thanks for putting up those signs when I went to state track.  You know the ones.  You don't always say much, but when you do. . . 


Thank You (capital Y You) for bubbling up under everything.  The creative dance with Your Benevolent Spirit that animates me and all of this is my absolute favorite.  I hear You in the trees and on the trail, when the writing seems to write me.  You are the start of all the gratitude.  Thank You thank You.


Thanks C and O, my little hearts, for being.  You are the Zenith.  Thanks for the giggles and hugs.


Thanks R, for this ride.  You save me more times than I can count.  You knock my laughter loose again and again when I get rusted up.  You teach me how to be myself. . . maybe the hardest lesson of 'em all.  Thanks for being the best one. 



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p.s. Special thanks goes to my friend Curt for sharing his photography here.  Artists make other artists brave.  Check out his work at, Life's a Story Photography