My parents tell this story of a five-year-old me. I had been taking tap dance lessons fervently week after week. Our big dance recital was the day after a big roadtrip vacation, so my parents basically drove through the night so I could make the curtain call. The recital started by calling each child’s name… Continue reading a birth story for mother’s day.
Before we Instagrammed, we texted a ton. Before that, we blogged. And before that, we wrote in our journals. My notebooks admittedly started as prayer—or "quiet time"—journals. It's so interesting to see what I prayed for. What I asked for. How I talked about God and myself. Then they quickly moved to wine-fueled scramblings about… Continue reading new chapter? hell, a whole new book.
"July Today" is a self-imposed photography project started in July 2014. I had just gotten my first legit DSLR camera. And I wanted to practice shooting in a more high-stakes way. Something with deadlines. My art director at my job was teaching me about photo editing. He said, to check the levels in the photograph,… Continue reading July Today, August Away, September Now.
I am only doing contract work now. That means more radio, more stories, less office time. No more the Creative Director at a marketing agency. (Though I am still doing work for them.) This has been a scary—yet welcome—change. A new chapter. One I've been writing for basically 15 years now. To stop from ruminating… Continue reading found in a trailer.
Evan and I celebrated four years of marriage last week. It feels like more to me, but only in the best way. Only in the familiar—family—it-feels-like-we've-been-through-decades-of-life-together way. On Wednesday, August 14th (our actual wedding anniversary), The Rolling Stones were playing in Seattle. My incredible cousin took this event and made it a family affair by… Continue reading a rockstar-esque anniversary. [and a surprisingly easy story to tell.]
Last night, I went to Gasworks Park and watched the lunar eclipse. With the magical moon above and hundreds of Seattleites milling and huddling about, I thought a lot about today. And about this past yer. January 21st. Today. Six years since my bad ski accident. The less I write about personal stuff out loud—the… Continue reading SIX.
January 7, 2009 didn't exist for me. A decade ago, I was on a plane to Sydney, Australia. When you're running away from a lot of things, you choose the farthest place you can swing. I left on January 6th and when I arrived in Sydney, it was January 8th. This girl was bopping around… Continue reading the day that didn’t exist.
#1: Nanette. This comedy special is life-changing. Incredible. It touched me at a deep/raw part of myself and I am so thankful. It's on Netflix. It's wonderful. Grab the tissues. Speaking of Netflix… #2: Queer Eye. I was late to the party, BUT I AM HERE NOW AND ADAMANTLY ON-BOARD. I want my whole family… Continue reading things I believe could truly change the world…