to endure

I honestly don't know if I have any fight left in me. I just read the headlines on the articles that people are sharing on Twitter and Facebook and see how this government blatantly exercising their power like tyrants and despots. I want to rally. I want to protest but there's nothing we can offer…Read more to endure

there’s just not enough time

I've been saying "no" to projects and to invitations to go out. I know it doesn't seem that way with all my talk about getting new clients everyday and all the times you may have seen me out on my Instagram stories but you do not know the amount of stuff that I've had to…Read more there’s just not enough time

a convergence

Time seems to be playing with me. I wrote a blog entry that¬†talked about how I revisited my journals and found something delightful and pleasant as opposed to my usual response, which is one of disgust. It involves seeing a name, a person I interviewed twelve years ago, who has become a really good friend…Read more a convergence

“It’s Tom Waits. I’m sure of it.”

I was watching the first season of Peaky Blinders over the weekend with my Dad and at the end of the fifth episode, a powerful scene was punctuated by a very familiar song that I could actually sing along to and my Dad wasn't aware of it (or didn't remember it) and he asked me,…Read more “It’s Tom Waits. I’m sure of it.”


...and if I stay silent will they take that against me? Will that be received with closed fists, raised eyebrows, and a spiteful heart? It's okay, they say, to be sad. Grieve.   You are allowed this moment of brokenness. But on their way home, when the rains come, they scramble¬†for umbrellas or the shade…Read more silent

Sacred Spaces

These are sacred spaces, and I have not lived here long. I took over from this place's former residents and consecrated it with my own rituals and ceremonies and whispered my secrets on the walls and on the floor and in the dark corners which the sunshine has trouble finding.   It looks like an…Read more Sacred Spaces