Toward the end of October, I told myself I wanted to spend the month of November not only #NaNoWriMoing, but also doing weekly self-portrait sessions to celebrate my birthday month. Since apparently I always need a little downtime to allow the seedlings of new ideas to take root before I’m willing to actually do anything about them, I did my first impromptu shoot at the Arboretum today. And, full disclosure, Anthony was my living tripod(s); I didn’t need to go into full self-portrait mode, which — thank goodness! Because #lateluteal. So as an…
Thanks for visiting my personal blog! Due to a strange backend tech disaster, the old version of this site was completely lost. This is the primary digital hub of my writing online — a true passion project with no timelines or external pressure — so I’ll be slowly but surely (I mean, we are in the midst of a global pandemic) piecing together the newest iteration of this site. Please “pardon the dust” as we undergo construction here! Thank you for your patience & for holding space for great imperfection š PS – yes, all the old…
Earlier today I caught wind of the social media trend du jour: Itās National Siblings Day. And I took pause. This pause feels familiar (no pun intended), because itās something Iāve felt often. Like a vague shortness of breath, a faint fear of speaking up because Iām afraid my truth will ruffle feathers or hurt people unnecessarily. Itās a feeling that gets caught in my throat, and as I lean in to this, I realize . . . I canāt be the only one who experiences this. Itās probably just that…
Itās Valentines Week! I know, I know. V-Day gets a bad rap among the cynics. But Iāve always loved it. Since I was, like, eight years old, and boys were not even a thing yet. Even when I was perpetually single and had essentially built my entire identity on being free as a bird, and aināt nobody was gonna tie me down. And now, as Anthony and I are coming down from our seven-year anniversary and celebrating the closing of our first house together, I still frickinā love Valentineās Day. I asked…
Nothing is ever as it seems. I just wrapped my 21-day Periscope challenge on Monday, and it turns out this thing I committed to was actually all about integrating the āstuffā I was wrestling with ā stuff that was keeping me small and hiding my purpose from the world. As though my gifts and talents were meant for hoarding in the private attic of my soul, rather than to be shared with humanity. The 21 days went by in a flash. After the first week, I really settled into a groove where scoping became a…
I didnāt think Iād be guilty of this. I used to be a cheerleader on my schoolās spirit squad ā which meant that at halftimes and at pep rallies, the crowd had their undivided attention on my team and me. Iāve performed onstage in many capacities, from dance to piano to flute to musical theatre. As a high school senior I found solace in drama club, and I was nominated by the members of my public speaking class to represent them in front of the village. It might be a natural conclusion to make that I…