Live Shameless, Write Shameless.
I’m reading Are You There Vodka? It’s me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler. And even more is it making me realize what I already knew: I think too much. It’s the reason I haven’t updated this blog in over a week. Since then, I’ve had about 10 different ideas for different posts, but instead of sitting down and punching them out I start to wonder: How can I make this...
A Fictional Pause
I have things to say today. But instead, I’ll share a short story I once wrote. I hope you enjoy. Beauty. By: Moi. I am the person who searches the tidal pools. I am the one who hopes the silk of water on your skin will let you know what you seek. I believe the blues of the pool will speak to me, that the dark shades will take my confusion to the depths where the tides will...
A Thank You Note
To me, it makes sense that my personality would eventually round out in a place so drastically different then where I’m from. But it only makes sense to me because really, I don’t make sense. I woke up on the floor of an Atlantic City hotel room this weekend, and staring at the fine grains of a cheap, polyester carpet wondered: “How does this girl, waking up right here, in a...
The Dueling Dual Sides of Carly, via iPhone photography: