The start of a new year seems like a good time to pick up this blog again. During the last six months of 2010, when I wasn’t writing in this blog, I celebrated my 23rd birthday (on the 23rd of Septem...
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written by me… Once, in this very same world we live in now, existed a village of bakers. Everyone was a baker, but still, it was a very diverse village. Some people baked breads and some baked...
The image above is a reproduction of Girl with a Pearl Earring (Johannes Vermeer c. 1665) by Karen Eland. Not only does she modify these classic masterpieces to turn their subjects into coffee drinki...
Here Comes the Sun – Nina Simone I just came in from outside where Jeanette and I soaked in the last remnants of warmth from the day. It was beautiful out, and I’m sorry to see the light ...
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Feeling kind of lazy with my writing lately. May be writer’s block. Moved into the new apartment. Still empty, waiting for furniture & my computer isn’t set up for internet. Unexpecte...
I am about halfway through with my Daily Tarot project, and I’m just starting to get a grip on it. Lately the major arcana have been appearing quite frequently in my readings which indicates so...
We’ve had the most gloomy weather lately. True, the sun squeezes its way past the clouds and shoos them away every now and then, but the sunny days only seem to make the stormy ones more difficult to...
It’s another snowy day. Like rainy days, it feels like the ideal time to lie in bed reading about the history of the Tarot or writing down dreams from the night before. Strange dreams the past couple...
Snow Storm - Joseph Mallord William Turner c. 1842 Joey gave me a slab of clay after a talk in the kitchen about feeling fluttery and insubstantial, everywhere & nowhere. He thought that somethin...
I used to want to be like the women I saw at street fairs with dreadlocks and unique stone or beaded jewelry who burned incense on the table near their wares and talked about mysterious forces and ka...
Food poisoning last night. May have been caused by pesto “chick’un” sandwich from vegetarian restaurant/coffee house next door, or hummus at the bagel shop. The most violent respons...
Several weeks ago, I had a strange dream. It took place in the desert, by a crumbling sandcastle ruled by David Bowie. In the dream, an evil sorceress was forcing me to drink my own blood. I must hav...
I keep forgetting today is New Year’s Eve. I’ve had several reminders–emails, blog posts, holiday hours, noise-makers and merry wishers. But still, every time someone says “Ha...
I am very excited to announce that I contributed to this year’s Holiday Gift Ideas for Writers, Editors, Librarians & Bibliophiles list at inkygirl.com. You’ll find my suggestions in ...
It has been a strange winter already, and it has only, really, just begun. At the start of this week, we woke up to steady snowfall that lasted until the next morning. That night, we could hear snow ...
Someone I met briefly on my travels described spaghetti as the most romantic meal two people could share. This was on a garden patio at night, with strings of lights hanging across a high wooden fenc...
Sometimes I just want to write about nothing. Well, not quite nothing. Rather, I want to write about simple, mundane, everyday things, like waiting for take-out orders at the sushi place around the ...
Some nights, I’m too tired to gaze at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. My eyes close so completely I’m not aware of the light on in the bathroom or the Motel DuBeau sign shining through th...
I worked nine and a half hours today, not including the three hour commute. My bed was so happy to see me that it rose to meet me—or wait, maybe it was the other way around. Anyway, I woke up a coup...
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