From the vaults. My last year in college, post 9/11 world. Air, breath, beating, reacting.Read More
I am moving house. Well, apartment to house. Still renting, but I am spreading out, sort of.
Whenever I move I find stuff – lots of writing especially. I write a lot, but it doesn’t mean I type it, or file it properly, or share it.
The discipline is in the order, not the action for me. I don’t know when I wrote this, I suspect right before moving to Arizona, 2006/2007, while I was leaving my husband and living in a basement in Brooklyn.Read More
dreamy winter sea songRead More
Go in, press in, to get out.
unfuck yourself – photo by Julie SpodeckRead More
another beautiful mountain springtime day, another year passingRead More
when loss lifts . . .Read More
I love New York! I am missing my city so bad today. Missing home.Read More
pleasant dreams make it hard to get out of bedRead More
spinning and spinning and spinning
photo: Holly TroyRead More