As an actor, I know how to fake it until I make it. Or at least, I like to think I do. In the days leading up to my departure to Nicaragua, a lot of faking was at play. Of course I was excited. Of course I was ready to go. Of course it was …
Category: Snapshots
Goodbye, 2016.
In my personal social media echo chamber, everyone is talking about how much 2016 sucked. I'm not disagreeing. So what do we do about that. Though there's no going back now, I tried anyway, and to my surprise uncovered a number of special little moments that I'd forgotten amidst this month's tweets about nukes and Israel. I share …
A Bold Bandana
I was driving home from Indiana last weekend with my boyfriend's mom when suddenly, two vehicles ahead, a car veered a sharp right and zoomed off the road. It plowed down the ditch, up the ditch and across a plain of grass until it smashed into a tree. In just seconds, the car had reached its final …
Things I learned in February
Cold is cold, is cold, is cold. The sun does not shine in Feburary, but that does not mean life cannot be bright. Your eyes are the blue the sky does not have and every time you hold my hand it is like a hug after a long day--a hug squeezing, squeezing, squeezing my palm, …
Top of the World
The fear of falling thousands of feet. The fear of being attacked by an angry mob of deadly wasps. The fear of a twelve-inch needle. The fear of being buried alive. Of tornados. Of rats. Of spiders. Of snakes. Oh, how life has its share of scary. Yet, somehow, these fears all pale in comparison to one: The …
Welcome to the Safari
Breath in, breath out. Black glove, grey door handle. Brown boots, white snow. Shuffle, not walk. Slosh, slosh, slosh, steps squish-squash; I’m Vanessa-style skating through mud and snow. Breath in, breath out. Black glove, black door handle. Snow-covered boots, water-covered entry. Children, not adults. Little people 90% winter clothing and 10% body weight; I’m Stephen …
Places you travel 9.5 hours to see
In case your Monday needed a visual boost.
The Notorious Nomad Settles
I'm just, just getting resettled in Chicago. Blogging right now is a little risky. Anything I write sets me up for a definite (and now public) whoa, that's really what you thought? or a little did you know...a few weeks down the road.But I'm blogging anyway. Here's why:I was trying to get on the 'L' (the train) the other day …
Precancerous Moles
I am going to tell you about one of my favorite kids at camp this summer. Not that I had favorites. I will call him Henry. I thought Henry was a bit of a punk. Not that I ever think such things of campers. It might've been the way he dressed. Possibly? He wore a graphic …
musings on Home.
What is it like coming home? The land here unfolds and stretches, lazily sprawling. The sky swallows, consuming. And the sun, the sun exits by stretching into its deepest pose, by craning its neck forward, by dipping downward, swan-diving until it sinks under the sea of gold-tinted soil. // When I walk into Bagel Boy …
