Where to begin, where to begin. Today, I am filled with deep, deep sadness and anger, pressed solely at the regressive nature of our country. The conversation surrounding the ban on abortion is eating me up y'all. I don't know how to begin what I want to say about it, but I am drafting and… Continue reading ..and I disappeared into the snow.
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… Continue reading year 31: simplify
"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… Continue reading humanity: a call to action
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… Continue reading mrs. patel: part 1, the wedding
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… Continue reading the endurance of a sunset.
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… Continue reading hardly sanctimonious
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… Continue reading writer’s block: you can’t sit here.