Namaste blog tribe I received an interesting "thank you" email yesterday. Sometimes the cult contacts me and my heart gets all melt-like... In this particular instance, the person expressed their pleasure at visiting FollowMeToNYC parts because it's "real". This is by far the greatest compliment I could receive and I even got a bit teary over my Chai. I have a very love/ugh relationship with the Interweb. Sometimes I feel like it's often used to...
Namaste blog family The Live in Your Living Room event that occurred in my apartment last Saturday was a tremendous success. It was incredible to see Cloudmachine perform in my apartment four years after I wrote poetry to his music. It was the first time we met in person and an amazing experience all around. Another surreal aspect of it all was how my life has come full circle. I set off to write professionally in New York City back in 2009, did...
Too long has gone by blog tribe. I wish I had better excuses for my gone-ness. The only excuse I really have is... secrets. I've been crazy busy. Job applying, city running, puppy playing. I'm edgy and excited over where I'll end up when the next job arrives. Also, I think about my book until it keeps me up at night. The environment around me remains stunning. I've experienced autumn at least three times, traveling up and down the north-east...
OMFG. Blog family, it's been a minute. An epic gap in the five year strong FollowMeToNYC crusade through my wordly world. I've been in the country, Halloween came and went, I've been quiet and internal and reflective and all of those things that take you over in the times of your life that will prove to be most critical. Essentially, shit's going done. There's something that's been on my mind since April and, unlike my happy trails of rant that...
I read quote this morning while scrolling my Twitter feed, sipping hot pumpkin coffee, getting ready to break into another wonderful autumn day of BOOK. "If you're not in New York, you're camping out." - Thomas E. Dewey. I couldn't agree with this more. Particularly in reference to America-land. Although I must say, the decade I spent living in Australia was a bit like camping out. And, minus the hideous husband creature spitting lies every day,...