foggy reflections/reality

Heavy fog covered the Rockies this morning and momentarily I forgot where I was. Coffee from a local shop warmed my hands, but only for a moment; my mind was trying to decipher reflections from this chilling reality. "Fog sits like that on the swamp, too," I said aloud in my car, to no one.…

year 31: simplify

When I originally began this post, I sat here with a pour over, scrolling through old posts as I so often do, and found myself baffled as to where the fck 2018 went?! Where do the days go, y'all? It seems like just moments ago I arrived in New Orleans with a car full of clothes…

humanity: a call to action

"when we drop fear, we can draw nearer to people, we can draw nearer to the earth, we can draw nearer to all the heavenly creatures that surround us." - bell hooks What's funny is, I started drafting a piece of this nature on August 11, 2016 entitled, "Humanity:  The Eulogy". I never completed it…

mrs. patel: part 1, the wedding

My limited library of words seems dismally insufficient when I think about describing the most love-filled week of my life, but the details below are my best attempt at painting the picture for you, and for me. And most importantly, him. Two weeks ago, at this very time (5:46am) my husband and I were fast…

the endurance of a sunset.

I suppose the hilarity of dropping Neil off at the airport at 630 this morning was enough to inspire me to whip out my implied pen and give y'all the dish on my quest out west. Let me start this off by saying, reiterating actually, that my parents took me everywhere in the US and…

hardly sanctimonious

I am not a "New Year's Resolution" person. I mean obviously, it's nearly May and I am just now writing about the miraculous word I stumbled on that inspired me to change my way of thinking in 2018. Working on Magazine Street in New Orleans provides me with an endless opportunity to observe all kinds…

writer’s block: you can’t sit here.

I have avoided writing of any kind for so long, it's turned to spring and I haven't written not the first thing about anything. I got my degree then totally dropped the ball on my favorite past-time...and now it feels nearly impossible to do. I have bits and pieces of short stories for a "swamp…

the story that didn’t make it.

I suppose I have avoided this chair long enough. Not sure why my move to New Orleans has provided such writer's block (am I willing to take ownership of this?), but it has and I am nervously hopeful that the imbalance has shifted. I won't dilly-dally with what I'm here for -- I feel like…

the patient recounts her dream

Two cold snaps in New Orleans and I am already disappointed I'm not getting a full Fall. Does anyone else associate the overwhelming influence of weather to a person's mood? I wonder only because I spent most of the summer melting into a puddle inside of the koi pond house. The outdoors looked enticing, until I stepped…

for others.

I'm sitting here, watching Layla chew on an ice-cube while thinking to myself, "how am I to going to get back out there?" I am happier than I've ever been, but I have been in a "doing-stuff" funk. Neil pretty much has to dangle a latte in front of me to get me out of…