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this is for you

This is for you. You, who I loved more intensely than any man, ever. You, who fled a scary situation and flew tens of thousands of miles to stay with … Continue Reading →


the gift of lonely

“Lonely? Lonely is my most  faithful companion,” I chirped, my words entirely at odds with my tone. That seemingly-tossed off sentence had been simmering for months. I give good quote. … Continue Reading →


live and love in the world

Nobody wants to be the boy in the bubble, the girl in the glass house or even the man on the moon and yet we insist on weaving ourselves leaden … Continue Reading →


why I write, part 2: yellow brick roading it

When I started blogging (and I’m wildly uncomfortable with the word ‘blogging’ because I’m a Writer, dammit! I’m an arteeeeeste!), I did not have a defined niche or a focus. I … Continue Reading →


Sunday School for Sentences #4: How to Give Good Quote

Here’s a quick and simple way to tell if your piece needs more work. Read it over and ask yourself, Where’s the quote? If you were a reader, what line … Continue Reading →


all things old fashioned: courtship, dragons, Bob Marley, God, and a mixed tape

Earlier this week, I wrote a piece inspired by a Bob Marley quote and admitted that what he advised is what I need to do in my romantic life: The … Continue Reading →


First Comes Love, Then Comes…a (Possible) Capitulation. Let me know if you see a white flag.

Chapter 1 Dave:  I think you are a very old-fashioned girl at heart. Kelly: You and I have come to a very, very similar conclusion. I had an epiphany on … Continue Reading →


for all the anxious, ambitious girls (and women!) on earth

Inspired by Mama Gena and her School of Womanly Arts, a much-loved friend of mine challenged (coaxed) me into exchanging BGDs with her each morning. Sounds naughty, right? It kind … Continue Reading →


Me Too, Baby. Me Too.

You must follow, adore and praise poet Vanessa Hidary. I insist. And we WILL talk about this on Sunday.


In The Burning Rays of Restless and Reckless, Don’t Forget to Wear Sunscreen

“You’re a reckless woman,” says my friend Joanie. “I’m reckless?” I ask, incredulous. I spend my weekday evenings doing laundry and packing lunches. I spend my disposable income at Gymboree. … Continue Reading →


Sunday School for Sentences #3: Object Lessons (from Kanye West and JD Salinger)

Our stuff tells stories. (Which is why, when we’re trying to break free from the shackles of our personal narratives, we give it all away.) Think about the TLC show … Continue Reading →


Love, Lust, Welcome, Sunday

And on the second day we spent together, we had breakfast. At IHOP. I wanted to go somewhere with outrageous omelettes – Wendel’s in Fort Langley, do NOT make it … Continue Reading →


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