hedonist, storyteller, solicited advice giver, desert dweller
Swimming Without A Suit
It’s the second week of seventh grade, which means that the time for syllabus readings and orientation icebreakers is well and truly over, and that classes are starting for real.
My Parenting Passion
A Dream Is Born I loved magazines before I could even pronounce the word. I’d say “mazzah-geen” over and over, demanding that my parents hand over their just-read copies of Time and Science News and The Atlantic. I’d sprawl on the floor on my stomach, flipping through glossy pages and devouring stories and opinions and news.
Once upon a time, in a magical land far far away, there was a stirring. The bright silver blades of scissors leapt to life, while sharp metallic needles began to gleam with creative power.
Reunited With A Childhood Joy
I grew up in a red state during the Bush years, surrounded by a culture that celebrated all things masculine. At the same time, I was raised by a mother who had come of age during the second wave of American feminism, one that saw women marching in protest of laws and social norms that enforced a repressive, restrictive definition of femininity.
It's Your Time, Gemini
Gemini season is all about relationships - and not just romantic ones. If it involves connection or communication, it falls under the umbrella of the twin sign. This Gemini season, it’s time to tend to all the relationships in your life, whether or not you’re dating a special someone!
Castor and Pollux, twins of legend, heroes of old, who guided sailors and fought wild boar, still swing from the stars. Forever together, separate stars cast in the same constellation, they share some things (a mother, a story) while holding the rest (a father, a heartbeat) separate.
My mother says I was an easy birth, arriving as a red faced infant with flailing fists, my first jewelry the orange hospital bracelet marked with the family name. A yellow
Sleep Like A (Literal) Baby
I have a terrible case of idiopathic insomnia. My whole life, I've been plagued by a complete inability to fall asleep at night. When I was little, my parents called me "Popcorn" because I was always "popping" up out of bed at night. By the time I hit college, I was accustomed to running on just a few hours of sleep. Back then, my insomnia felt like a superpower, giving me extra time in the day and letting me stay up all night to party or work on homework.