Critique Me!

In the spirit of Nanowrimo, and just generally wanting to finish and follow through on something, I’m ready to start querying literary agents about one of my projects, a fictional teen novel by the 15 year old protagonist Margaret May. The narrative would take the form of a journal, and it would be a very…

The Juggernaut

The Juggernaut Lives behind your eyes Inside the place where dreams come, And all day long he bides his time Waiting for you to close your mind- It’s only once you close your mind The Juggernaut can play. He waits ‘til you are snug in bed To turn the lights off in your head And…

Route One Road Trip

My friend Courtney and I were on a road trip down Route One in California. She’s a grounded corporate lawyer and I’m a whimsical artist, so our dynamic is always an interesting one. We do, however, share a love of wine, adventure, boys, goat cheese salad, and pop music, so we find ways to make…

Vulnerable in Vamos

Seven years ago at this time, I was merrily traipsing about Europe spending the entirety of my post-college ‘start-up fund.’ The end of February found me in the Greek Islands, where I was seemingly their only tourist. This had both advantages (entire beaches to myself, solitude, wildly discounted lodging) and disadvantages (extra unwanted attention from…

Warrior Queens

Last night, the horses came, the horses came into town…

The Other Side!

Nobody ever accused me of doing things quickly and decisively – but apparently three years is the length of time it takes me to make an album and feel satisfied with the entire package, from songs to artwork! So in another three years expect a ‘swampy-tonk electro pop’ bluesy compilation called “Underworld,” filled with songs…

Support the Camps

The camps that are leading the resistance to the Dakota Access Pipeline need your support. Please donate or send supplies to the Camp of the Sacred Stones and the Red Warrior Camp. The Camp of the … Source: Support the Camps

She has Returned

Originally posted on Tribe of Dreams:
The very first time I heard Bernie Sanders speak, I knew who he was knew the energy he was representing knew that he was being fed from the same wellspring of evolving consciousness by which so many of us have been being fed lately on this planet. This wellspring…

Your New Drama-Free Roommate Has Arrived

Burnt out on a craigslist housing search, I once decided in an irreverent moment to craft a housing ad from a fictional, well, drama-FULL roommate. The best part of it may have been the responses I received; scores of men offering accommodation free of charge, people thankful for the unexpected humor, and best of all,…

The Backyard

I submitted this to The Sun for their “Reader’s Write” section, but they rejected it. Oh well! Growing up, my backyard was my sanctuary. Twelve acres of woods, fields, and rambling stone walls were mine to enjoy as I pleased. I spent every day that I could outside, creating worlds and corresponding characters. I ran…

The Father-Daughter Road Trip

At the end of my junior year in college, my father arrived in Los Angeles. He had come to save me, to take me 3,000 miles away from my problems to the sanctuary of rural New Hampshire. I picked him up at the airport and kept driving. I took him on an afternoon tour of…