so much time passes life love work and even death still you send music Filed under: Uncategorized
About 8 months ago, I moved out of my best friend’s pad and I moved up to my own shoebox in Santa Monica. It took me about 1.5 hours to unpack in my dainty seaside studio and, with the afternoo...
Filed under: Photos, Sacred alone time
At 8, he was gone At 18, at 28, she looked And found 1 And got 2 At 38, he was gone And she left 2 And found 1 And got none At 48, he was gone And she was, too In their place 2 in search of 1 16 and ...
This picture captures my heart in so many ways. I know this woman in the picture. Gab, the woman on the ladder – diligently coloring in the walls of her new life – is a very talented art ...
take a pic; it’s real. the moment was, too. until hipstamatic app. Filed under: Short Writing, Uncontained thoughts
Sometimes you pick up where you left it No need for words Or maybe no desire The explanation takes, it does not give In its place – The Rekindling No need for something grandiose Or maybe no de...
Hi there. So, I’ve been MIA for the past 10 days or so. Sorry about that. Really, I am. I have a few drafts, but was honestly too scared to post them. They were written on pure emotion and that is ra...
Spring is such a tease. She is hiding here in the city. She takes her time. Wants to make sure that we pant, and crawl, and beg for her to show her pretty face. Or even her floral-laden garter belt-c...
Time ticks. It clicks. It hisses. Lists to be made. Decisions to be done. Sometimes I have control. Sometimes I have none. Time ticks. It clicks. It hisses. Filed under: Short Writing
For the past four weeks, I have been implementing my Budget Minimization Strategy. I downloaded the Spend 2 app for my iPhone and have been extremely diligent about monthly expenditures. It makes me ...
I decided to venture out into Toronto this weekend. It was sunny and fabulous and I had spent too much time cleaning my apartment as it were. I grabbed a new gal pal of mine and, along with her broth...
I need to come clean about some things and then deal with them. Like, now. This moment. I was raised by a family who had it all. Correction, it felt like we had it all. We had all the fabulous basics...
We can’t be friends You said. Right now. And I understood. I have been there. Yesterday. And that’s the way it is You said. I’m drawing the line. And I understood. I had to. Today. Heartbreaker...
Spent the week “end” in LA. It was more of a week start, but whatever, those are minor details. It was downright soul-filling. Yeah, that’s what I said. LA = soul-filling. It may have had to do with ...
I think about you all the time. 24/7. Wake up, think of you. At work, think of you. Eating, yep, you. Falling asleep, only you. I live my life now through you and how you would see the situation. Fun...
I’m waiting for a pot of water to boil. An expensive cast iron pot is filling with small heated bubbles. Eager little bubbly fingers awaiting the noodles I’m about to toss in. All of this...
Today is the official launch of this special space. Special for me, anyways. Over the course of the past few weeks, I have stepped back into my writing days. Days filled with notions of being interes...
Bittersweet doesn’t seem to encapsulate my head space today. Bitter is not the right part. Nor is sweet. What word should I use to describe relief. Or disappointment. Or longing. Or irreverence...
About two weeks ago, I had a minor contention with one of my guy friends about Jelly Belly’s. It started over a semi-buzzed conversation with another femme friend about her most recent trip to NYC wi...
forced a set of rules that you chose not to reveal i can’t pass your test Posted in Short Writing Tagged: relationships
Today is my birthday. The day I was born, brought forth into this life. The day of your birth is a funny thing. It’s a day you go from living in one world and you move into living in another one. Yea...
This is about affirmations and aspirations and day dreaming. Oh my. And movie montages. We are taught—correction—I was taught about affirmations. My mother harped on about affirmations all throughout...
Bill Bryson correctly said, “There are things you just can’t do in life. You can’t beat the phone company, you can’t make a waiter see you until he’s ready to see you, a...
Here’s my disclaimer: I research shit all day. It’s part of my job. So, I’ll just tell you right now, this blog page, this page is for me to write what comes out of my noggin. So, I...
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