I’ve had writer’s block since before I even started this blog. The common phenomenon feels to me like being stuck inside a block of ice. Seeing what’s around, knowing there is a way through, but being unable to access that way and not knowing why. Maybe not even knowing your frozen. I’m gonna call it…Read More
Our fantasies are our realities in an excuse-free world.
For close to a year now I’ve lived without owning a car. I’ve been incredibly blessed by the generosity of Close friends who let me borrow their cars for long stretches and coworkers who (barely knowing me!) offered me their cars to get to Kickball or to run an errand or furnish an apartment, and…Read More
When setting out on a journey, do not seek advice from those who have never left home.
The most important part of a person’s life is how they’re living at the end of it.
I found Margaret Atwood the summer before my senior year of high school. She initiated me into the world of dystopic fantasy and ever since I’ve felt more at home in the post apocalyptic worlds of my imagination than within this realm of relative comfort. For all my ethereal playfulness and the light I am…Read More
I’ve found myself once again in the land of my people, my tribe, my non-blood family: Phoenix, Arizona.Read More