I have been sitting in front of my computer for a a couple days trying to explain what thirty has been. I turn 31 on June 1 and as per my writing tradition I’m looking back on thirty and seeing what’s up. This is the first year since I was 26 that I spent 90%… Continue reading a thankful thirty
(When I can’t write, when I can’t make sense of what is going on in my head- I have found that something that helps me is to make it up. To write fiction and see what truth comes out. It’s been a while, but here is a short story that showed up as I let… Continue reading I don’t like to be lost (a short story)
I met a magical whimsy unicorn in October of 2012. Her name is Betsy Garmon. And she is absolutely wonderful. She’s one of those woman who makes the gritty look lovely. She turns the things that seem torn and broken in your life into art and hope and dreams. I have learned and continue to… Continue reading Starting from scratch
Tuesday morning when I went on lunch I had a text from a friend who challenges me in immense (good) ways. The text read: inside cover for new journal–all the pieces are beautiful. I grimaced. Here’s the thing: last weekend I attended a conference (that I am about to not really talk about at all)… Continue reading all the pieces.
I think part of the reason it’s been so hard for me to write the past few weeks is because my words feel incredibly familiar.If I am being completely and utterly honest–these words feel like 2009. And I don’t know what to do with that I’ve tried to make some strides. I’ve emailed mentors and… Continue reading Fact: it’s not 2009
I had a breakdown today.Lies were piling on from left and right and all I could see was a barren, dry, dusty road. I felt like all of a sudden I’d been tipped over and shaken up. My friend Glenalyn chose today to text me about a book about my soul. I ended up talking… Continue reading a loss of lovely.
I’ve gotten more then one comment about my emo-sounding Facebook statuses these days. Most of them have to do with being done with long weeks, and needing a drink. (2016 has been long) I don’t write them to get a reaction–it’s more like Facebook has become this weird time capsule of my life. And I… Continue reading why Spain ruined adulthood