I’m often surprised at my enjoyment of being photographed. I’m intrigued by the duality of vulnerability and separation: the viewer, the subject, the photographer, all shielded by a physical contraption which helps bare secrets but simultaneously keeps them just hidden enough to abbreviate the story behind the gaze, the background, the reasoning for the picture. Continue reading “Lens | Quick Cosmetology Photoshoot”
Storms, Mother Nature’s premier musketeer, are a part of life, like bread and bugs and the hanging stench of trash outside a dumpster. To take it a step further, I’d argue that the storm is life itself. Your life is your Storm.
I am hardly a poet. I am too clumsy with rhyme schemes and too impatient for iambic pentameter. Baking is a poetry I’m okay with pursuing. I can mess up. I can crisp everything black and watch it crumble beneath my fork into wispy ashes. Words, I do not like to burn. Poetry is one thing I leave to the masters. Continue reading “Prep + Poetry | Quick & Sweet Rum Butter Pecan Egg Tartlets”
Today involved a checklist of adult responsibilities, ticked off, followed by time for creating and baking, a few hours in which I relished the childlike pleasure of getting my hands dirty.
Life’s endless responsibilities pile up like that laundry I’ve neglected in my drier for nearly a week, yet still I manage to sweep aside time to bake – this time, for The Citrus Menu. Continue reading “Glazed Lemon-Blueberry Scones”
My shifting literary focus from fiction to nonfiction writing appears to correlate with the status of my mental wellbeing over time – a theory I have reflected on of late. Continue reading “Stronger than Fiction”
My tenure in Sweden ends in exactly a week, and the inevitable gesture of bidding the country I’ve called home for five months stands just up the road, awaiting the hour Bus 11 passes it by with me onboard, for the final time. Continue reading “Saying Farewell”
When faced with finality, it’s easy to fall into a mindset of apathy, anxiety, or anticipation – or a combination of all three. Learning how to cope with such emotions involves striking a balance and staying present. Continue reading “The Home Stretch”
The Friday-you who pours wine a little too copiously, and the Saturday-you who wakes up regretting it, are just two fractions of the whole which creates You, in your entirety.
Continue reading “You: A Daily Identity”
I believe there’s truth to the proclamation that one truly embraces life when death has attempted to grab him or her, and just barely misses. Continue reading “I Am Alive”