#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…
When Evan finished his first semester of—official—nursing school, I did a little celebratory dance for the occasion. And—of course—I watched the video over and over, because I’m addicted to that laugh. The beginning of this journey feels like so. long. ago. Because it’s been a really long journey—this whole Evan-in-Nursing-School thing. He has worked nights … Continue reading my favorite laugh.
Things have been hard. Other things, yes, but the election and days following have been very hard. A few days after the news, I received a group email from a strong, fired-up woman of a friend. It was addressed to several other strong, fired-up women. The email was titled “What the fuck?” It was asking … Continue reading i need an answer.
Tonight, I had my first writing class of a series. We did some free writing. Get a prompt. Write for five minutes. Share. The third prompt was “I remember…” For unclear reasons lately, I’ve been thinking about mailboxes. What they mean for homes. What they mean for love. What they mean for communication. And in … Continue reading checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.
I’m into defining my years. Naming them. Calling them out. I’ve had the bad year: circa 2009. Then there were fours years in between that escaped official titling. I was feverishly tornado-ing through life and the west, looking for purpose, creativity, love, adventures, paychecks, and more purpose. I picked Evan up on the way and we kept on … Continue reading let’s make up dances.
I was obsessed with #ALLMYMOVIES. In exactly the way you’d expect of me, I was obsessed—thought it was beautiful/brilliant. I watched it constantly and stared at Shia LaBeouf in a way I have never stared at him… or any celebrity… or maybe any human… I stared at him like the emotional project that it was. … Continue reading to be counted present.
If this here blahg is good for one thing, it’s to look back. And looking back is usually a bit embarrassing and demoralizing. Half of these links are broken! Why the hell can’t I listen to this playlist anymore?! You had to be there. When we were there, things were unbroken in so many ways. … Continue reading I know there’s gonna be good times.