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Leaving Bend…

Leaving Bend…

Hey y’all, I have some news. I’ve loved dishing on our little mountain town over the last three-plus years, however infrequently, but I fell in love and got married and everything changed, in the best possible way (except for the leaving Bend part). Yep, I’m leaving Bend, Oregon. I thought I’d be here forever, but then life threw me a curve ball. Where am I moving to? Some big fab city? New York? Seattle? San Francisco? Some hipster haven? Austin, Asheville,…

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Learning to Swing (+ Lessons in Love) at Bend Dance

Learning to Swing (+ Lessons in Love) at Bend Dance

Last night I found myself in Southwest Bend, with eight strangers, in someone’s converted garage, standing on a temporary dance floor, staring at myself in mirrors (repurposed mirrors leaning against the newly painted sheetrock: they were formerly sliding closet doors).This is Bend Dance. A one-woman show led by Victoria Tolonen, the owner of the garage attached to a new-build house. Judging from her posture, the open-toed low-heeled dance shoes and the Lladro-esque trophies perched atop a bookshelf, she’s an award-winning dancer. I…

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Stop the Madness. Let Go.

Stop the Madness. Let Go.

I know I have dog park posts to write (I’ve been to all 7 off-leash parks but don’t feel like writing about doggy stuff tonight). I’m veering wildly off course, since this has nothing to do with Bend, but no one reads this, so… Tonight I’m feeling weepy and morose. And at the same time, strangely at peace. I’ve been prepping a pound of Swiss chard from the garden for a slow-cooker lentil soup, listening to music, loving the new…

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Bend or Bust

Bend or Bust

I broke up with my boyfriend 48 hours ago.46 hours ago, I called my family and told them I’m moving back to Oregon. But not to Eugene, my old stomping grounds. No, I’m moving to Bend.24 hours ago, I gave notice on my rental house — a craftsman, one block from the beach in Venice, CA.23 hours ago, I noticed a new neighbor, moving in down the street. I asked if I could snag his empty moving boxes. He said…

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