Recently I made a friend who had a parent pass closely following our first encounter.
Nothing hurts more than losing what we hold most sacred. I have’t really stopped thinking of this person who I love during such a sad time.
I spoke with one of my favorite people earlier today about my lack of phone and slow, albeit gracious, embrace of anti screen-ville.
We exchanged “I love you” and plans… Continue reading
Two (an excerpt)
“We kiss in Sperlonga,” he promises. “…my voice is F flat, it’s terrible. I know this.”
“I only dream of you,” I tell him. “Every night. Every night, I dream of your touch.”
“Every dream, I feel your touch.” Continue reading
Namaste blah-g family
I’m sitting in the 2am moonlight, with very little clothing (ok,none), a glass of French rose and a lot on my mind; on the deck of my personal water hut – tucked away along the Tahitian coastline. Continue reading
Namaste blog tribe
So I’m leaving for Australia via Tahiti in about seven hours. I’m not packed. I woke up in tears. I don’t want to go, but I do want to go.
I have to go. Continue reading
Brooklyn ate me last weekend. Ever since I made up with my boyfriend, I’ve been spending way too much time there.
Don’t get me wrong, Cony Island all day. But I built my life in midtown. I move so much, that it’s important I make use of where I am while I’m there; which just so happens to be upstairs from a 24-hour wonderland.
I’m boycotting Brooklyn for a hot second. It’s just about summer here in New York City, which is the best time of year in one of the best places on Earth. I watched the sunrise this morning before dancing on the river’s edge. I wandered through my local farmer’s market and smiled at all of the vendors I see every Wednesday. I sat in front of the north facing glass wall of my apartment with the sun on my face and words spilling from my fingers. Continue reading