on a path to wherever
This photographers work is very powerful in that it helps me see past my own existence. Because it’s easy to fall into the trap of 24/7 self-care if you don’t see how big the problems are. From 9/2001 to 6/2017 (I didn’t research more…
I don’t know about anybody else but my feelings/senses are telling me that the world is not in a normal place. The word that keeps coming to me over and over is “ghosting,” something I first heard in an episode of Doctor Who in…
3:20 p.m.: I was just carded at Harmons in the self check out while buying two bottles of black cherry Redd’s, and when I looked at her all elated for wanting me to produce my ID—asking, “are you required to ask people for IDs,…
*This video is me yesterday, in one of the events that made the day so weird. I’m talking in my best Disney princess voice and yes, it’s embarrassing but this is what I am: an embarrassing mess who talks to birds in sing song…
The scene is 2016, March 18th, Friday, early afternoon; my then-15 year old daughter and I are at the Bernie Sander’s rally held at This is the Place State Park in Salt Lake City, the crowd of 14,000 snaking around as if forever, pedi-cabs…
I’m hiking with Oscar and Pica—two dogs I sit for—up Emigration Canyon on a deserted trail I’ve never known. And surrounding us is rustling from bushes and in my latent hesitation, the thoughts start whistling. Is the sound large or small? advancing or fleeing?…
