Fashioning an inspired life
The task of introducing a fellow blogger, especially one you admire, is always daunting, and today’s guest is a blogger I’ve admired for a long while now. Quelcy is one of those people that makes you perk up and want to be better. A better writer, a better photographer, a better cook, a better partner, a better human. In following her work, I’ve pushed myself to pay more attention to…
When I love something, I suffocate it. It’s not that I want to exactly, but just that I inevitably do. Like my cat who I want to squeeze until he pops into a million pieces. Like a baby that is so cute I feel an indescribable urge to eat it. It sounds maniacal, this feeling. But I think it’s a common one, and one that extends beyond the harmless cute…
the things I cannot have the fantasies I indulge in like dipping into buttercream rich frosting coating thin skin thick with what ifs full with possibilities tantalizing fragrant yet destabilizing to my current reality mmmm but it’s so close I can taste it on my tongue I wonder if the taste would go away with time dulled to smooth stone like all that came before momentary beauty nothing…
that hopeless feeling like when football is playing on tv in the middle of the day and sunshine filters through the windows at just the right angle making me regret being inside making me rethink my life what am I doing in here? where am I on my path? why is the country music playing in this cafe so irritating? why does it make me feel like…
Getty Images Sharing another piece from my writing class with the Writers Studio Amsterdam. The technique used in the poem was modeled off of Font by Linda Gregerson. The content was inspired by the heartbreaking events at Standing Rock this past week. /// Every year around Thanksgiving our schools would assign us to dress up as either a pilgrim or an Indian Pilgrims wore cut out…
George Saunders put it best when he said: “What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.” It’s something that springs to mind often for me — all the times I let my reticence or my unwillingness to get involved get in the way of the warmth and connection I know that lies within me, just a little further down. I could name all of the…