Wednesday, February 19, 2014

You and Tequila...

You know, I had thought by now I would have overcome my high school-esque crushes. I even believed perhaps I'd moved on to 'mature pining' or something more sophisticated. Nope. Turns out, I still have the heart of a young soul searching for that perfect love, that soul mate and one and only, forever and ever love. Some days this thought process boggles my mind...others I just accept it as it comes.

Saturday, December 7, 2013


So I'm thinking, just sitting here...thinking. I can't for the life of me understand my lack of appreciation of self. I was downstairs rummaging around for more holiday decor, and in one box full of my old life, I found the book with my published poetry. It matters not that a certain prestigious academic establishment led me astray from what I had wanted, I still achieved that goal. And I've overcome and achieved so much more, more than I really ever thought I could do in the short little time I've been puttering around on this sphere. Today, I'm taking the time to recognize the present, and letting go of the 'what ifs' and the 'could have beens'.  Nope, it's all about me, in the present, with my glorious and awesome self. The one person who deserves a little celebrating. Cheers to me and a bright shiny future. Raise a glass to that!

Sunday, May 13, 2012


Sweater, n.:  garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.  ~Ambrose Bierce

Happy Mom's day! Especially to my wonderful mother - I wouldn't be who I am today with your guidance. And your sense of humor!! Much love - xoxo

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

iHeart B/W

Using my iPhone 4 w/ app TtV b/w photos. Fueling my obsession for the b/w.... 

Who doesn't love b/w Ray Bans?

For the love of Steve Madden

Burberry day

Sunday, January 8, 2012


Memories resurface like bubbles from a pond. At odd moments they return and you are forced to recall feelings of another time.....

The rain is light, misting actually. It's barely noticeable as I walk down the gravelled road. For some reason, on this particularly grey Saturday, I decide to hike up a path in the woods beside me. As I'm moving upwards, a dog has appeared at my side. He's nondescript in his appearance, even now I can't remember him. I only know that he was there with me as I crested the hill at long last. Before me was a large plot of land, flat and covered in growth that could soon be hay. A huge hulking skeleton of a barn was to my right. The sky was the color of lead. I moved forward, taking in the details of this place. The dog was close to me, and suddenly the hair on the back of my neck tingled. I felt as though someone were watching me. Turning around, I saw nothing. The dog had remained at my side, solidly, his hackles raising. I couldn't move, for fear or for safety. I just kept looking around, the sky becoming darker, the structure beside me suddenly more menacing. Had something heinous taken place here? Why this overwhelming feeling of dread and foreboding? The dog had decided to trust its instincts and fled back down the hillside. I stuck it out a bit longer, just rooted in the place I stood. I took in these feelings as the clouds were roiling in their displeasure. Lightening ripped through the sky and I finally found myself moving back down the hill. I never saw that dog again, and I never ventured up that path the rest of the time I lived out there. Part of me wonders if my overactive, overstimulated imagination conjured up the heebie jeebies that day, or if I was possibly picking up some feelings trapped there from long ago. And why now, after all these years, did this memory choose to haunt me? Perhaps it's time to head back out there again, to see what lies on the top of that hill....

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Black and White

I like my life in black and white. Color is a distraction from the basic and simple executions of life's daily functions. Stark and eloquent in its simplicity, a no fuss approach. Color is filled with emotions and false hopes to lead the masses astray. Contrast is beauty in its raw form, flaws can be hidden in the shadowing. I wish the world was in black and white, I wish that love was the grey....

Friday, January 6, 2012

Bring Back the Golden Sunshine

I don't know why I am filled with hope again. Oh, yes I do. It's that big orange ball of soda pop in the sky infusing me with feelings of sandy beaches and Ray Bans. My cynical self can't help but bask in the delicious rays of liquid joy pouring out of the sky. Today, I am happy! Filled with such peace and contentment and the thrill of tomorrow. Strange feelings that don't usually find their way to me...but for today, I'm living for the golden.