June 14, 2017

Suck It Up Buttercup (in which I talk about the bad days)

I was talking to a friend yesterday and told him that I had just wrapped up a two day spree of being in a super pouty mood.  He remarked that he didn’t think I was the kind of person who got pouty.  And I don’t think he’s alone in his assumption.  I am really good at Read more >

June 10, 2017

Pink Bubbles, Canoes

For a while now, I’ve been following the moon, watching the giant orb of light in the sky and letting its’ fullness remind me of release and letting the absence of that light remind me of intention and wishes.  It’s one of the more hippie dippy, yoga teacher things that I do.  But I’ve only Read more >

May 17, 2017

Eight People

The night before last I was walking down the beach with a friend.  We had just had a delicious meal followed by a ridiculous shopping excursion in a tacky souvenir shop.  The sun was beginning to set and so we decided that, rather than get an Uber home, we would take our shoes off and walk the Read more >

May 6, 2017

Purple Dresses, Sparkly Dresses

The other day I put on a purple shirt and I thought the same thought that I have had for the past 30 years whenever I wear purple.  I was walking out of my elementary school wearing a violet dress.  The mother of one of my classmates looked at me and said “Well, Ashley, we’ve finally found Read more >

April 27, 2017

A Story About Crows

I want to tell you a story about crows.  To do so I must tell you another story.  And to tell you that story, I must tell you another one.  And that story is kinda sad, OK? My aunt Becky passed away too soon.  It was only a year and a half after the passing of Read more >

April 19, 2017

Title Known, Content Still Unfolding

I’ve known for a long time that I am going to write a book one day.  Years ago, I attended a talk given by a well-known novelist in which he talked about how all people had stories hidden inside of them and writers were those that had the key in which to unlock them for Read more >

March 22, 2017

The Art of Reclamation, the Story of a Song

I fell in love with the song the first time I heard it.  It’s called Azawade by The Toure-Raichel Colletive.  It’s an eight minute, instrumental song filled with meanderings of guitar strings, graceful piano, gentle tapping percussion and some humming.  Right away it made me want to move and so I began to use it Read more >

March 8, 2017

Guuurrll please. And other notes on self-love.

When my friend texted me the other day and asked me if I had any books to loan her about self-love, the first response that came to my head was ‘guuurrlll please’.  But they don’t make an emoji for that so instead I went to my bookshelf and found the book that I wanted to loan Read more >

February 24, 2017

What I Learned from Splash

These past couple of weeks have been a doozy of a time, folks.  You know what I’m talking about…those times where a few things happen that all individually might have kicked your ass but instead of spreading themselves out, they happen all at once and leave you shaking your fist at the sky screaming “Universe, Read more >

February 6, 2017

Junk in the Trunk

I have been neglecting my writing lately for good reason.  Last week, after nearly five years in my old apartment, I moved to a new apartment.  Though the move was just three blocks away, I still felt the need to purge.  So I spent the entire month of January doing so.  It felt very well Read more >