24 01, 2021


By |2021-01-28T15:30:36-08:00January 24th, 2021|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Tender anticipation of empathy   Seeking to collapse a year   A year of wandering souls in isolation   In COVID 19   In anti-humanity   Releasings of pain. Architecting the novel of your sanctuary.   Rebirthing a daughter. Catching and releasing the sons.   Trusting the hubcaps of safety.   Future state, future you glimmering [...]

1 07, 2019

Sacred Restarts

By |2019-07-01T22:32:37-07:00July 1st, 2019|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Today we broke apart an established world and it remained intact. The two thirteen-year-old girls that I have lived with for five years are moving out next month. Their Dad is going with them. The expected fury of emotion and running into bedrooms never arrived. Instead there was incessant chatter about which type of pet; hedgehog, [...]

30 09, 2018

Scissors are falling out of my hair

By |2018-09-30T21:48:58-07:00September 30th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

There is a smell of moss and lumberjack permeating the studio. I dribble in late, sinking quickly into the black leather stylist chair. "I've never seen your hair down" I comment. An ocean of aqua marine locks drape over Siddal's right shoulder. They reach her waist. Suddenly I'm sitting on the porcelain bathtub of my grandmother's [...]

4 08, 2017


By |2017-08-08T16:43:35-07:00August 4th, 2017|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: |0 Comments

I have few favorite things. I am not a collector of rosy cheeked Hummels, black oak victorian sideboards or AmazonPrime movies. I recycle and regift. I don't have adult toys (of any kind) and I'm not interested in leaving behind a wall-to-wall estate-sale-size sketch of my life for my children to contend with. I prefer to [...]

1 05, 2016

Ascending Princes and Plagues

By |2020-11-05T23:01:00-08:00May 1st, 2016|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , |0 Comments

“Prince Live – Purple Rain (halftime show Super Bowl 2007)” — Prince R.I.P. One year-this year-we lost Prince and David Bowie, we became unemployed, survived a suicide attempt, brought audiences to tears singing Eliza Doolittle’s ‘I could have danced all night’, suffered a serious concussion and endured 103.8 flu temperatures. We canceled vacation and receptions, disabled [...]

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