3. knowing who you are: back to the wild woman

The summertime does this to me. It gets me thinking about multi-colored seed beads and the healing powers of crystals and wide-brim hats that shade from the sun and high-waist ’90s-era cut-off jeans. It gets me thinking about what these things represent in me, and whether they hold true when I trade in those shorts…

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thoughts from the riverbank

The people in this town must think I’m crazy. Walking the same streets, up and down, carrying a big leather hobo bag stuffed with a laptop and various books, juggling an orange Yeti cup full of water with an iced coffee , sitting down in random places, jotting down notes in a journal like I…

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pivoting with purpose

There are three hats hanging by the large mirror propped up against the wall in our bedroom: One, bought in Texas by my aunt several decades ago, a reminder of my past and the ties it holds to my future. The other, my token Wild Woman brown suede wide-brimmer, bought last summer in an attempt…

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there is still goodness : a review of Brandi Carlile’s Ryman Residency

Y’all, I’ve got a girl crush. It’s hard to put into words all the feelings I felt after attending Brandi Carlile’s 6th and final show at The Ryman two nights ago. But like W said as we crawled into the bed at 1 AM on a Wednesday morning, “I feel like I just got back…

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