Today I was (literally) supposed to be in Arizona smelling the largest rose tree in the world. I didn't really have a plan except, well ~ driving 10 hrs to smell a famous, giant rose....but perhaps your datebook is obsolete, too - as we know, it's
Art and Astrology
I write you from the February depths of Minnesota, my nervous system adjusting to snow. I am here for a 10-day artist residency attempting to complete important, unfinished creative projects. Which so far, has meant eating frozen ravioli from a mini-fridge and typing "dance party minneapolis" into google
I was very close to writing about how fun I am at parties followed by using the word "holocaust" three times ~ so instead I am deciding to talk about the flu. Yes, I spent part of the month nearly catatonic on a couch waiting to barf in my
Art and Astrology
Often while inside of a hurricane...which is my head, I'll sign up for a silent meditation retreat at some tolerably far away date and time. Well, this month, that time arrived ~ and I reluctantly, drove off into a snowy mountain to stare passionately at a carpet. And
Burdened by pre-pubescence, I increased the production value of my fake boobs from socks to water balloons. Gently placing them between my proto-teen bra and flat chest, the risk of leak or explosion was dangerously high ~ though, soiling my tiny toons adventure tee was a chance I had to take.
As a ninth generation cortisol-fueled screech owl, I have always had virtuosic abilities for insomnia. Yes, you can consider me a toss and turn expert...and if you see me clanking around like a skeleton wearing a top hat, singing "la la la la" it’s only to
I took a trip to the east coast and saw my entire family, including the hunched over spook of my dead grandmother. I slept in closets, couches, air beds, pull-outs and survived mostly on iterations of pizza. I was constantly moving on buses and trains, keeping pace with my gemini
I'm not the greatest with babies. I suspect it's because I have a hard time with baby talk. I will speak to them in a toneless voice, ask them if their blanket traps warm air, lecture on the psycho-spiritual benefits of walking. This might be a
Well, I am a little late sending this out, and all the insane astrology moments have passed and I guess thats why I call this dead diary. I'll give myself a break because Mercury is still retrograde (until July 31) and astrology lets me blame my worst qualities
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I got a group text "S.O.S" from my siblings saying we need to have an intervention with my parents about their two dogs. The concern is their disobedient indoor peeing and irrational barking. The small one that looks like the taco bell dog is particularly demonic
Art and Astrology
A mood-shift with many moving parts: handclaps, body rolls, the feeling of flesh, heavy food and loose fitting clothes. We soulfully brood in our emotional bodies with a devoted artistry, as if beauty could cure all aching ~ Though, the swinging of our hips may not be too sequential, physical momentum
Art and Astrology
Emerging from a marshy few months, we begin to make up for lost time and get on with what we set out to do this year. Though, before we edge forward, we may endure a few obstacles, those very dear, private obstacles: old feelings, fears, obsessions that hold our horse