In the wake of a hurricane, things start to repair

In the wake of a hurricane, things start to repair

(I wrote this yesterday.) Hello, world. I am sitting here with one of my besties, Zina Petersen, in her sister’s beach house in Jacksonville Florida. Zina invited me to fly out as she housesits for her sister so that we can have our own wonderful little writing...
California Poppies

California Poppies

When my mom was sick–several years in–she went outside one afternoon in the summer and saw that poppies had grown spontaneously in our side-yard. They were orange and bright. She was something of a gardener. I have many memories of her outside in the...

Stream of Consciousnesses

Stream of consciousness as we drive: I’m listening to the Brahms violin concerto. It’s… I haven’t decided yet. I’d never heard it before this week. I’ve been thinking a lot about poetry–it’s like my mind revolves around...

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I’m reading about habits. It’s something I do–read about habits and schedules and stuff. I do it when it’s time to re-engage with life. I’m wanting to get back into things. There’s been six months of my life that feel lost–I...