Afterwards, I am a subtraction. On the periphery. Exterior. Pinched into thin concaving bows of salty smoke. I inhale, and blow out. Ballooned contouring at a distance. Alone, I am here. I can’t remember if it was by choice. …
Author: Chelsea Nelson
Dry January: A retrospective
As someone who has been entrenched in the spirits and craft cocktail world as a writer and blogger for several years now, it had been quite a while since I had taken a significant booze break. In fact, I hadn’t …
A love letter to my husband
I remember so much about the first day we met (eight years ago today). I had put the date off and rescheduled a few times because typically, first dates are a wash. I had no idea that this one would …
The art of noticing: mindfulness & writing
This past weekend, I attended a small, intimate writing workshop on mindfulness and creative writing. I heard about it only the day before it happened and when I read the description, I felt pulled to go immediately. Now, if you …
