Almost done
I’ve been wearing the same jeans and hoodie for about 2 weeks now. I’ve washed them more times than is good for the fabric but I remember to always put them in the machine inside out. I’m spending way too
Crush Ache
I’m aching for that crush. Specifically the wave crush from a rip curl, sloping sand, high tide. I’m on the edge of the grad school surf. Hoping to ride this out, slide out of the barrel smooth, eyes open, head
What does this …
What does this image make you think of? For me, right now, it feels very emblematic. And yes, I do consider myself epic enough to deserve an emblem. Yeah, I’m in the part of the storyline right before Wonder Woman
Cookin in the kitchen with Shilo
You know you know the song, just hum along. Spent the day in Shilo’s kitchen, I baked and she made port wine jelly. We strategized and mission statemented and bounced ideas back and forth all while sipping coffee spiked with
Exhale
The first year of grad school is completed. Many thanks to all of those shoulders, arms, minds and smiles that helped me stay sane for the most part. Those last two weeks were a bit surreal. But I got good
Overlapping Circles
I chose a new theme for the blog. This feels more appropriate given all of the roles I am embodying at the moment. Being a mom, being a grad student, being a writer, being human. They all overlap, they all
Me & Freud go for coffee
Being in school provides such a concrete framework for me to play in. I know it’s not supposed to be playing, but that is what it feels like. Grad school, at this point is like having a new toy box
Sex, School and Saul
On my first day of school Saul Williams is in my ear: And when my fears arise I blow them out Blow them out Get it out Blow it out He’s whispering, shouting, provoking Daring me to only bob my