should you should

The push towards self-improvement is fierce in American culture. It permeates medicine, food, clothing, how we walk, how we breath, how we talk to each other and set our time. The spider weaves a beautiful web to catch it’s prey, leaving glistening threads stretched across gaps, waiting. The mentality of self-improvement are invisible lines to…

new visual landscapes

I love to wander, to arrive somewhere I don’t know and will never know again. I find deep relief in being amongst complete and total strangers. I don’t need any novelty or surprise site, I’m happy with the oddity of just that paint job, the houses and who might live in them, the rare shocks…

some of my truths

I am not sure I want biological children of my own I love being an aunt. I am terrible and know better but spoiling them is one of my favorite things. I love being a teacher, and I think that I am good at it. I want more freedom in my life. I am a…

only fools fall in love…with words

who would ever be foolish enough to fall in love with words, words are devilish, hiding among us waiting to pounce words contain dangers unforeseen, and we walk among them blind as can be words can communicate so much, or nothing at all. images, scents, sensations can be understood throughout this wide world. even numbers…

remedies for cabin fever from a bonafide homebody

I am an only child who was raised by parents who strongly believed that children should have their own interior and exterior worlds (also known as get out of my face and entertain yourself). Coupled with the fact that most of my dearest friends live many borders away and I have an adorable matching set…

an editor

I write, I rant, I offer tidbits and remains of drafts sit in folders. As I ponder more and more the act and art of writing, how to hone a habit and refine my craft, a certain truth emerges. The truth of the other person in the writing relationship, the reader. And before the reader,…

Fake it until you Make it

Faking it perhaps sounds like a horrible mantra. Faking, pretending, posturing, projecting – may sound like excuses for lying. I am not fond of lying, actually I find myself to be particularly inept at it. Blatant honesty or uncomfortable silence are my two modis operandi. But lying,┬ádeceit, manipulation make my stomach ache and I feel…

empty time

Following the path to serenity, I have found myself with time. Terrifying time. Time that I am not allowed to fill with trivial matters, that I am not allowed to donate to others, that I am not allowed to fill with more work. This is my time. My time to pursue more along my path….