No matter how hard I try, whenever I dress “up” I always end up looking a little bit like Joan Jett. I’m never going to be delicate. Or subtle. Before the internet, I wasn’t aware of just how many truly batshit crazy people there are in the world. You’re never too old to have colored…
Heart Song, City Song
Eighteen years is a long time. It’s enough time to mature from infant to adult, for edges to lose their sharpness and dull to the touch. Photographs fade and colors mute, losing their urgency, something belonging not to the moment, but to the past, tinted with nostalgia. Things shift, break apart, decompose–reduced to skeleton pieces;…
Prayers for the Recently Moved
To Mazu, goddess of the seas, hear my plea for calm waters because I’m not 100% sure I filled out the insurance claim properly and we are all desperately sick of wearing the same clothes we’ve been wearing for the past twelve weeks. To St. Maersk of the Shipping, hear my prayer: May our shipment…
The Glory Of Megan Rapinoe
For the last month my life has been full to overfull of women (and men!) gushing over other women. A lot of that space has been taken up by the US Women’s National Soccer Team and their World Cup journey. And while the UWWNT team shone, sparkly and bright, one woman repeatedly stood out, the…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 