Posts Tagged: ‘collaboration’


March 15, 2012 Posted by the writer


Thank you to JON CLUE at EAST SIDE INK, Ave B. NYC. Amazing job!

And look what we found after the tattoo…










January 30, 2012 Posted by the writer

As I have ranted about of recent, last Monday I was interviewed by my new friend Patrick for his podcast project: MyNY.


I’m in love with FollowMeToNYC being featured on MyNY … SUCH an honor.

I talk a lot about inspiration in these parts. Patrick is inspiring. The two of us connected on Instagram and within a week were sitting in my apartment chatting about writing, australia, new york city and so many other things.

I hope you all enjoy our conversation, and that you continue to enjoy his program every week.

And thank you again Patrick!! Love.

another reason i love nyc

January 22, 2012 Posted by the writer

I still have no use of my right foot blog family. I finally had to deal with getting groceries today.

Only in NYC can I have groceries delivered for about the same price you’d expect to pay in any store (plus tip, naturally). Today I was brought organic blueberries, jalapeño raw kelp, vegan artichoke pizza, and peak organic nut brown ale. Not to mention horseradish hummus, rye crisp bread, mushroom barley soup and unsweetened soy milk for my muesli. Plus a pound of pistachios, and a six pack of green apple cider… etc.

While I only have one operating foot, I still somehow managed to dance when the delivery man arrived earlier today.

Viva NYC!

I don’t think I’ll ever go to another grocery store again as long as I live in this city. With or without two feet.

I’m trying to control my jumping thoughts and focus on two or three things at a time. Something I learned from therapy is that my mind tends to pop across many things at once without zoning into one. Honing in on three is a big step back for me.

And speaking of NYC, I am so excited about hosting Mr. Patrick James Lynch tomorrow for a discussion that will contribute to his MyNy podcast project that I have fallen in love with… and you should too. x


serialized. five of seven.

July 29, 2011 Posted by the writer

Clara is under the water again. Just beneath the surface.

Wrapping herself in the liquid salt embrace a few steps offshore, she opens her eyes to a blurry burn. It soothes her. It soothes because she can make sense of losing focus.

The last time she saw Samuel, her vision hazed in a similar way for a far different reason.

“I thought it would be best if you found out this way.”

Clara remains enfolded in ocean. Her cotton dress extends in twists and twirls beyond the elegant shape of her drifting body.

Is this what it feels like?

Turning toward the faint light of dusk, her thin frame floats above lapping waves. Half exposed.

She reacts to the grayness of the clouds and subtle caress of liquid ripples with sprawled fingers and a delicate smile. Clara’s smile has always been her most fragile feature.

He should have understood that.

Her amber gold locks shape a sail that is perfectly tuned into the motion of marine swells keeping her afloat. The only sound in her mind is stillness. The calm drift of her perpetually craved freedom.

Clara’s mother is concerned. The icicle shade of her knuckles gripping the steering wheel is the same as her cheek’s ghost tone when she first heard the news.

“Clara would never do that…”

Along the road she is driving are rocky faced cliffs leading into the ocean. Her windows are rolled down in effort to lower the boiling temperature of unmentioned history burning her veins.

photo: Under your sea by Jessica Tremp

serialized. four of seven.

July 27, 2011 Posted by the writer

Clara is in her bedroom smoking cigarettes. Considering the number of people in her life at the moment directing where she must go and who she must speak with, there is a unique freedom within each inhalation.

Her mother loathes her habits.

When she arrived home from the hypnotist, Clara stepped into a steaming shower and exfoliated her skin with hand-made sandalwood soap from the local market. Within the patterns of hot water chasing the curves of her body, she saw his name spelt across her skin.

No one knows about the tattoo.

Samuel Barber’s Adagio for strings purrs from small speakers resting on a desk beside a bay window overlooking the aquamarine sea. When a private investor unexpectedly purchased more paintings than she ever imagined to sell, things started changing.

Clara knows that money will never buy happiness. She’s never said this to anyone because she understands it is a cliche statement, and the idea of ordinary tangles her stomach into sailor knots.

She exhales a trail of smoke and watches it dissipate. She raises a hand to her heart and circles bare skin with the cool tips of her fingers.

What is left behind? (more…)

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