I consider myself equal part writer, photographer, joker, realist, lover and jaded skeptic. I have less than zero idea if that means I’m an artist. I’m just an Xennial lady who enjoys putting stuff out into the world because creative contribution and collaboration makes me happy.
I recently went to the magical utopia called Iceland. While there are many things worth mentioning, suffice to say it a land full of haunting stark beauty and lovely human beings.
This is a video I shot on ye olde iPhone SD while dreaming out the window of our whale watching boat on the way back into harbor at sunset….
If I learned anything from Anthony Bourdain, it’s truth in story telling is everything. What you put out there in the world as your words, art, music, or food better be authentically you, or what’s the fucking point? Because he respected honesty in writing and personal character and frequently pontificated on his own idols like Iggy Pop and Paul Bocuse, I’d like to think he’d be ok with the following over the top nonsense written on the blog of an average white lady.
When my grandmother died, we discovered a drawer full of letters and cards received the last few years of her life. She never mentioned she did this, so it brought a twinge to my heart knowing I have always done the exact same thing. There is just something about the hand-written mark on paper that feels special and permanent in the way a Facebook comment or email never will. Old snail mail feels like a tangible time capsule to rediscover a fleeting emotion long forgotten. Maybe I learned that from her…
There are tons of studies that show social media makes people feel lonely. The constant comparison to others has a nasty way of shining a mirror on that secret doubt in all of us that thinks we’re not good enough. It amplifies that hidden feeling we are squandering the gift of time or somehow not living to our fullest potential.
2018 was intense.
From a last-minute work trip to Spokane and putting kitty to sleep during week one, straight to this last 30-minute window where I’m banging out a stream of consciousness blog post, this year has been non-stop full steam ahead.