Needed: A new ritual Because, you know what is not ideal? When you finally get some clarity on a very important project, and then––your time is sucked into the universe with other things. Other things that are actually super important and can’t be ignored or directed elsewhere or postponed. I have 14 chapters of a... Continue Reading →
There are still white shrouds, blue skies cannibalizing white puffs of cloud. A soundtrack on antique canvas. On the other side of the world, familiar brush strokes pink bells hang in the salmon sky Like tattered-heart blood, pumping. We are the grey night holding their soft song. Enigmatic echos, a memory of tragedy Perplexed, uneased.... Continue Reading →
We will be headed to Spain in just a few weeks, so I have found myself reading some Spanish poets to gear up. Federico Garcia Lorca was a poet I read often as an undergrad, but not much since. It was lovely to revisit some of his words, and this one in particular made me... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, it still feels like I am in the throws of it all. The pressure, the wincing pull, the relief of breath. It is a constant rebirth -- this motherhood. You came into the world, pulled out with force. Not one push. Just a body, jostled like a wave on a cold, grey slab. Florescent... Continue Reading →
In The Way 