I'm so sad. I'm so angry. I'm so unsure what to do, what tangible thing I can do to stop my fellow Americans from destroying each other through fear and hate. I can't rip the guns out of people's hands. I can't pull the plug on the hatred spewed on TV, radio, and the internet.Continue reading "Lunchtime lament: Charleston"
Deep down, sometimes we’re still just scared 5-year-olds
I am almost 40 years old. I am a strong, independent, generally happy human, who has figured out how to live solo while constantly reminding myself to ask for help, because, after all, asking makes me stronger, which I never quite understood, but whatever, I digress. I rock. I kill spiders on my own, changeContinue reading "Deep down, sometimes we’re still just scared 5-year-olds"
Feel the light!
Enjoy this gem of a video from my new gig at From the Top here in Boston. This was shot at Fruitlands Museum, where you can see the beautiful landscape that is now my backyard. I love living in New England.
There’s no place like what used to be home
Today is May 1, 2015. Almost exactly two years ago, my life took a turn that would place me here, on a sunny Arkansas day, a tourist in the place I used to call home. Those were emotional days. As were the days, almost 6 months later, when I packed up my life, my dog,Continue reading "There’s no place like what used to be home"
A moral quandary in the age of social media
I wake up. I stumble into my clothes, snarf some breakfast, and hop on the bus. I open up facebook, and have to take a breath and gird my social media loins (that sounds really dirty, but I'm keeping it!). It's Valentine's Day, and I have to prepare myself. My feed is going to beContinue reading "A moral quandary in the age of social media"
Everything and a Racehorse 