Reflection: noun the act of reflecting, as in casting back a light or heat, mirroring, or giving back or showing an image; the state of being reflected in this way. an image; representation; counterpart. a fixing of the thoughts on something; careful consideration When I think of raising my glass in a toast to the... Continue Reading →
Recently, I have been going through my old writing -- old websites, old books, old photo albums, doing research of my life like I have a test coming up. This is all of course, for my book and it has been incredibly therapeutic and all-consuming. Today, I found a post that I wrote on June... Continue Reading →
Oh, the gram. This is the first time since I joined the platform, back in the old days, that I have taken a very deliberate break: deleting the app from my phone and adhering to virtual platform silence for over 30 days. You guys––I feel awesome. I feel like this weird, crazy pressure has just... Continue Reading →
The only thing that has been saving my sanity over the past two weeks is working through my notes from Brave Magic. Because, what on earth is happening in our country right now? What world am I living in? Oh yeah, one run by powerful, old white men. Just double checking. Here we go.... One... Continue Reading →
It has been a week since I set off on my Brave Magic weekend with Cheryl Strayed and Elizabeth Gilbert. For a week, I have been working hard to articulate what happened. Working through my notes to create some kind of real and true testimony of my experience. Working on saying [[out loud]] how I... Continue Reading →
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 →
--quote: Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic-- Most writers, at some point -- no matter what kind of writing they do -- toy with the idea of writing a book. What “book” means to different writers, is of course different, but the innate drive to see one’s work in book form seems to be real for almost... Continue Reading →
Then one day..... You’re speaking in front of a group of students––feeling weirdly inadequate, like at any moment someone is going to raise their hand and be like: “Wait, why are you here?” But then all of a sudden, you get going and start talking about where you’ve been, what you’ve done, and how email... 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 →
Over the past few months, as I have been embarking on this new writing journey––I have had an overwhelming desire to reach deeper, find my inner witchy goddess (yes, I just said that), and connect with other women who feel that creative burn in the pit of their gut. There is this connection I am... Continue Reading →
On Friday, June 8th, I woke up early. It was a big day. I sleepily grabbed my phone and headed into the kitchen to brew coffee and revel in some quiet alone time before everyone woke up. I poured new beans into the grinder and filled up the pot with cold water. I opened Facebook... Continue Reading →
Do you ever have those days where you just feel like breaking down in tears and you can’t really pinpoint why? And no, I am not talking about hormones here -- so you can all get that old school misogynistic business out of your head. This isn’t women’s hysteria. I am talking about those days... Continue Reading →
In The Way 