sing loud

It’s always in whispers at first, isn’t it? We mean it, then we don’t. But maybe we do? We have our thoughts, they have their own. Too opinionated. No backbone. Loose canon. Too innocent. Trying too hard. Too strategic. No voice. All the same. Opportunist. Manipulative. Broken. Too fairy-tale. Only in it for the return. (Read More)

May 7, 2013 14

on being 27 and respecting the journey

A few years ago I caught the second half of a movie trailer in which Anne Hathaway is bemoaning her days spent working in a Mexican restaurant instead of pursuing her dreams. The story’s haphazard hero looks at her from behind a table and says, “Everyone’s lost at 25.” I picked up the movie when (Read More)

April 30, 2013 13

do what you do

My Sunday afternoon plan was to finish a work project I’d pushed aside until it was overdue. After lunch I tucked myself into the corner of the basement chaise while the small folk whooped and hollered and swung their wooden swords at each other, the cause of simultaneous mayhem and magic. Laptop, notes, to-do list, (Read More)

April 23, 2013 18

overheard conversations – volume two

Yesterday a friend wrote, talking about ten years ago and the way it was different in her eyes than mine. Of the way I’ve focused on the bitter weeds and so few of the flowers. She was there, too, and what she saw was so much the same and so vastly different, because what I (Read More)

April 20, 2013 5

owning my words

I was seven, at my friend’s house down the street, and we were running along one of the dirt hills typical of the California desert child’s playscape. For an afternoon, we were beautiful grown-up women with houses and cars and busy lives full of walking in and out of our houses and driving our cars (Read More)

April 19, 2013 12