This episode has been on iTunes and the like for weeks, but I want to make sure I keep up on this here blahg. I hope you’re listening along to the Wull Hay Podcasts! If you have any feedback, you probably know where to reach me. This episode is a vignette of Marfa, Texas and … Continue reading 03: Mr. Marfa Shuffle
This radio thing is hard. Storytelling where you put yourself out there is hard. Moving is hard. Moving is the worst. I’m in the middle of moving right now and really really wanted to get an episode out last week. So I stayed up until 3:30am last Tuesday night, recording, editing, calling it good. It … Continue reading 02: For the Love (Mulliganed.)
Still figuring out what a podcast looks like on this here blahg. It’s not pretty right now and I get that. I’ll put in the work to fix that at a later time. But there’s a new episode! Can’t embed on this WordPress site anymore, so here are some links where you can listen: Stitcher. … Continue reading 02: For the Love
Hello! Wull Hay! I’m jumping into something exciting and I hope you’ll join— Wull Hay, a podcast. It will be about as random and raw as this here blahg was in its hay day. Also on iTunes. It’s a rough start, which I feel is appropriate. Here we go! Continue reading Episode 01: North Star Gone South
It has been five years since my ski accident. My new new year. Where the newness of the year starts for me. My beginning. My years. Defined at the end of January 21st. As a woman who is all about reflection, I can’t help but defining these years. 2013: The Year of Survival. 2014: The … Continue reading FIVE.
I think we’re all doing all of this for those times in life where everything clicks. Things feel right. There’s excitement. And growing. And laughing. And margaritas. And stars. And art. And joy. And creating. And these clicks don’t happen often—making them all the more moving. A click that snaps and shifts everything inside quickly … Continue reading you’re a free girl now.
This Fall. This year. It does feel like falling. Or jumping. Or closing. Or opening. This weekend, I went with Evan to our plot in the community garden—a last-ditch effort for half-assed farmers. We harvested. It was a mess. A muddy, sad, overgrown, viney mess… with much to harvest, but another much to grieve. As … Continue reading then we fall.