Mint Milkshakes
self-portrait This journey (and, lord, how I have grown weary of that phrase and its haphazardous use), has been teaching me a […]
you are fourteen
Dear Dakota/Dakofo/Baby Bear/Baby Boy/Monkey Toe/Peach Butt/Magic Bean/Tyke, I had to include all your nicknames in there, right? As I start this letter […]
wedding bells and memories
I was so delighted to be Maid of Honor in my best friend’s wedding this past Sunday. It was such a beautifully […]
Peace for Paris
I imagine this might be what it looks like when we die, and how it might feel; like being pelted with prisms […]
on your 11th birthday
There have been times in my life that I’ve been so low I could taste the ground. My mouth was filled with […]
52 weeks words + images | week seventeen
earth day — Nana used to say that she believed trees were people reincarnated, and you could tell what kind of person […]
full body memory
This is a piece I wrote a year ago, but I have re-worked it here. — The body remembers. It remembers every […]
52 weeks words + images | week sixteen
37 — Thirty-seven and here’s what I’ve learned: Always say yes to dessert. Enormous hills are meant to be rolled down. Only […]