fuck you, fire ants

Many of you have told me you’d like to know more about Rockvale Writers’ Colony, where I serve as Assistant Director. In short, this is a beautiful and peaceful place where writers can stay and work for any period of time, away from the distractions of daily life. It’s a magical, wonderful thing, and since…

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where have all the ladies gone?

I still remember going to some of my first guitar lessons, when my teacher would prompt me to hand over my worn blue iPod mini so he could scroll through my catalog and help me choose a good song to learn. He couldn’t believe how many female artists I had to choose from. He found…

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styling the “artist”

I had a dream the other night, something about how you’re not a true artist, you’re not fully realized in your creative passion, until you’ve completely let go.

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XXVI

I’m not ashamed to admit that this time one year ago I was a mess. It was my 25th birthday, and I was surrounded by the people that mattered. I should’ve been ecstatic. Instead I was a bundle of tears, insecurities and reminders of all that I hadn’t accomplished. I was ready to get help.…

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