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TRAVELING MOTHERHOOD
I’ve been thinking about this post for many months. It came to mind when a flight attendant asked me on the tarmac, “Oh is this baby’s first flight?” I smiled at her. “Uhm, it’s his ninth.” Julius has...
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COME TOGETHER
Isaac and I have been slowly building a community. Thirteen events later we are more inspired than ever. Come join us! More here: SALON // NYC // LA Next gathering = INNOVATE
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WHY DO WE WRITE?
Why do we write? Reposting this because I need to remember, again and again. Orhan Pamuk: “I write because I have an innate need to write! I write because I can’t do normal work like other people. I...
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COINS IN THE METER, BANGING ON THE KEYBOARD
How do I begin? It feels like a long time since I’ve sat still here battering away at the keyboard to put down some words. It has been a long time. I have almost forgotten who I am. (This could be a...
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WOMEN OF A CERTAIN AGE
This one caught in my throat and makes my heart thump. God I love it. Women of a certain age are waking up in the middle of things – birth & death feel blessedly far away – the raw edge of real...
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SAVAGE LUST
It’s 80 degrees and sunny in LA and I miss New York. I miss the stinky garbage and the hot concrete on those shady streets downtown with the wisdoms scrawled into them. I miss the buzz, the other buzz...
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ARTIST. MOTHER.
It would be a lie to say that I’m not trying to piece myself back together after becoming a mother. I’m not sure where writing starts and motherhood ends. I’m writing this standing up with the laptop...
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LISTEN
The battle is so intense. Half the struggle is sitting down to this blank page, to the chaos of Resistance. I need to be gentle with myself. What will come out? I have no idea. That’s half the fun....
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CALIFORNIA
It’s been years since I felt this same urge, an inner issuance, an impetus, to write. The lines string themselves along my spine until I feel bound by them. They won’t let me go. I remember learning of...
View ArticleLOTUS BATH
Dear reader, wherever you are, familiar or soon to be, I want to share some of who I am with you. With me. I am grasping in the lotus bath for my roots. I am sidestepping the dishwasher so that I may...
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