post 1,001. everything changed.

Namaste blog tribe In the four and a half years that I have been chairing our interweb corner of cultville wordness - I never knew a happiness like what I've been hiding in for the past months. I'm never going to make the mistake of mentioning my partner too much, besides in the inky books I've been filling with love poetry. Some things are secret. Plus considering how I lost siblings over the last time I mentioned anyone I was involved with, I...

crawling from a corner

I've been hiding blog family... On a scale of many-ness over the past week and change, there's been a lot. After a week of working 18 hour days in Bermuda (which, consequently, sent me back to New York City a bit sniffly and slightly knocked about), I moved. Again. And you know, as much as it makes me feel slightly too grown up to actually say out loud... I might even be here more than a year. A companion of mine and I have been having the most...

midnight on my best valentine(‘s)

We're moving blog tribe. Upper West Side. Bet. When life changes rapidly, I've remembered the most wonderful way of recollecting. I'm not even sure if that maks sense. But you know us Artists. These flightly dream-thoughts, and such... Never the less. I helped manifest a living space with a legitimate bedroom and a patio that equivocates to the average square footage of the two midtown studios I have dwelled in over the past 36 months. And I'm...

that book proposal. a thousand posts.

There are a thousand posts drifting amongst the waves of FollowMeToNYC... I suppose with all of that bloody content, I must complete my book proposal! There are a few reasons why I haven't finished it yet. Mainly, there was no happy ending. And I needed one. See, I believe in happy endings - a lot. I guess that's why the two disasters I married were so tedious to manage. There was never going to be a happy ending, I never sincerely believed it...
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