Field Tripping

Field Tripping By Kate Drabinski
Field Tripping: A Good Girl's altered states

Drugs are a quick way to altered consciousness, which is why lots of us use them. Rates of drug use are remarkably consistent across demographics, with white people leading use rates and people of color leading rates of incarceration on drug charges.

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Field Tripping: Detroiting

So, my big summer trip was supposed to take me and my touring bicycle up and down the Canadian Rockies with my dad, but, well, since he was hit and killed by an errant driver in December, I had to make new plans. I thought I'd take a bike camping tour on my own, in his honor, but every time I thought about making those plans for longer than about 45 seconds, it was all tears.

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Field Tripping: Lewis Museum Redux-ing

One of the great things that happens when someone close to you dies is that you find out that a whole bunch of people love you and wish they could make it better, even though everybody knows that's impossible, because the only thing that makes it better is time, and nobody's figured out how to make it move any faster, and grief-time is even slower than regular time.

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Field Tripping: Funeraling

I took a big field trip this past week, all the way back to Idaho for my dad's memorial service. He died so unexpectedly at Christmas, hit by a left-turning driver, that none of us were ready to plan that whole funeral thing.

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Field Tripping: Memorial Dazing

Memorial Day weekend is the unofficial start of summer, or so I've been told by all the folks who've been chomping at the bit to wear white again after that whole Labor Day thing. If my social media universe is any indication, everybody was grilling in the backyard, getting stuck in traffic on the way to the beach, or frolicking on some nature trail within an hour or two of here.

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Field Tripping: Graduating

I graduated from Boise High School in 1993, and it was such a great day. High school was a rough go for me, mostly due to painful shyness. I was nervous pretty much all the time, a feeling I remember most vividly when I think about lunchtime. We had a cafeteria, but I don't think I ever ate there, mostly out of worry that I'd have to pick a seat, and what if no one sat next to me—or did?

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