in the middle of a labyrinth without a map
August 1 was a really, really good day—it was full of joy, connection, and tacos. It felt like a good omen, to have a day like that to kick off the month. I...
Sometimes, the monster in the middle of the labyrinth is you
RIP Glen Hansard All my life, I’ve known—much to my dismay—that people often say things they don’t mean, make promises they don’t keep, offer things and then...
Book Launch Joy
Book launch this week was an absolute blast. My darling friend Rachel drove up all the way from VIRGINIA. Rachel, me, and my best friend hung out together...
On Sam Neill and Softness
I’m sitting here with a cup of coffee, trying to think of what to say. It’s not that I have nothing to say—it’s that I probably have too much to say. Funny,...
A Girl in Want of a Blanket Fort
It’s one of those weeks where I’m excited about so many things (book launch on the 21! poetry panel in Philly on the 23 with Eric Smith et al.! cool blog...
Sometimes, a girl is a vampire.
…let me explain. No, too much. Let me sum up. [wink] I can be the bravest person. I will invite. I will (rarely) invite myself. If I want to see you, I’ll...
Time Flies
How is it already mid-June? How? As I remarked to a friend the other day, I have just been ass over teakettle. And not in a bad way. But ooooof, too, ya...
Trust Your Gut
I had a very validating experience yesterday where my instincts were confirmed, and I felt vindicated. Because goddess knows, I don’t know everything. But I...
The Trouble With Old Lives
Sometimes, people drift apart. The reasons are known or unknown—sometimes partially surfaced, but obscure. But paths diverge, and like Frost’s actual...
Ridiculousness AND Joyous Ridiculousness
This was a week that, if my mom were around, she’d by laughing hysterically. Not because something was funny, but because a million dumb things have gone...
Joy is not made to be a crumb*
Yesterday, I had the best day. You don’t get details, but suffice to say, my heart is happy. And that’s such a good feeling. This morning, I am having coffee...
Heart-Deep in The Great Divide
Being a person is hard—maybe even more these days. Conversations with friends, lately, have shown me this. Revolved around it. Everyone is struggling in some...
In which I talk about poetry and intention
It’s about three months until my poetry collection comes out. (Three months as of April 21, exactly.) It’s a real book! It’s a moment where time is starting...
I am a watercolor*
This week has been a weird one. I say weird, because I don’t know that I have an adjective that could encompass all the everything. So, weird it is, and in...
April Begins Again
This morning, I stepped outside while the coffee brewed. It was just after sunrise, and there was fog floating several feet off the ground. Birds were...
Showing Care in a Harsh World
The older I get, the more I realize that actively showing feelings/care matters. You can assume someone knows that you care or even how much. But, really, do...
Fear Is a Feral Ghost
I can do hard things. Part of that is because I’m stubborn. Part of it is I’m my parents’ daughter. But I can do hard things. I can do things even when my...
The Struggle Is Real
Your people should cheer the loudest for you. I’ve said that innumerable times, but it’s also something that I have to remind myself of, time and again....
Links and Things That Bring Me Joy
The wonderful Maggie Smith has a new poetry collection coming out: A Suit or a Suitcase.Shannon Stamey, one of my favorite artists and people, is open to...
At Some Point, You Have to Breathe
A lot of things, lately, have shaken my confidence. Some things are a facet of life. Some are simply a side effect of trying to accomplish things in this mad...