Quiet, pensive, creative brooding drives me to make work.
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Advent Series 2018: PART I
That was the year I finally admitted that I do not love Christmas time.
Landscape Love
They know that even little girls turn into women, but I’m not sure parents can ever fully accept the otherness they become when romance sweeps them away.
Happy New Year
I say it with no shame, no embarrassment, no sense that I'm a faker for the first time since I walked out of a professional dance studio for the last time...
Becoming Lasagna
Being a person is hard. We have so many parts to our selves, but all I really want is to be one.
If every year I begin advent with an ache in my heart over dreams never realized, bodily pain, and loss, then I am appropriately humbled.
Another Goodbye
These memories of Mrs. Hess, collected by me as a child and now sifted by my adult self, illustrate the difficulty of being human. We are all endlessly complicated to each other.
for me it felt less like a retreat and more like an assertion
My Garden
...I’m just happy for the poor thing that she is still living life and growing beauty with all that she is up against.
On Mr. Hess's Passing
I have to get my memories into words, so that I can be with them because I will never again be with him.
S'more Cookies
when I turned to my cupboards this morning, the s'more stuff called to me...
Peaked Hydrangea
I'm happy to be what I am, but sometimes I feel like I'm just not planted in the right spot and don't have the time to do the extra care and maintenance I need to really thrive.
Spend a Little Time with Me
What ya wanna do is...
Ladles and Leeks
The dance partying generally included free-for-all time and a more organized section of lip-sync performances.
Video: Felting Rocks
"You can star in a video or be quiet."
Memoir: The First Summer
It felt dishonest, incomplete to not introduce myself as a ballet dancer. But because I was very suddenly no longer a dancer, it also felt dishonest to try to identify as one.
The JeskyBera Blog
If I start saying, "I'm a writer," am I crossing a line that I have not learned yet to see?