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I grew up in a super creative environment. My mother was a mixed media artist who had an art studio in our house complete with a darkroom built off to the side. I have memories of her being in there listening to 90s New Age music (hello Enya) with large black and white lithographs spread […]

I’ve never been one to obsessively check the news, but when Covid hit I got into a bad habit of doing so as soon as I woke up. My mind became cloudy and my days began with anxiety, fear, sadness and hopelessness. Those emotions became my normal state and combined with the fact I couldn’t

When The Cure were inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2019, lead singer Robert Smith gave the acceptance speech while the rest of the band stood behind him. He was visibly nervous. Fidgeting. Sweating his makeup off. His signature crazy hair all over the place. His voice was shaky.  He tried

Many didn’t understand my enthusiasm about moving to Seattle. To them, they imagined Seattle as being dark, depressing and rainy. But I didn’t care. I felt a pull to go there and I couldn’t explain why. When the plane landed, a wave of happiness swept over me. It was drizzling outside. A blanket of gray

Today the sun came out for the first time in what feels like forever. It’s been gloom city here for weeks. Day after day I wake up to a gray sky. But this morning I woke to sun coming through the blinds and the sound of birds outside my window. I walked out to the

This morning I curled up by the window of my downtown apartment to have my coffee as I do every morning. It’s a cloudy day here in Seattle. The summer has been filled with glorious sunny days but today is gray, chilly and a little drizzly. As I bundled up in my favorite comfy sweatshirt,

So much love, respect and unending appreciation today and every day for all those who have given their lives for ours.  Our country is very divided right now. We’re seeing many people’s true colors. In a time where we desperately need solid leadership, there is none.  What I see in spite of that though, is

Early weekend mornings were always my favorite when I lived in downtown Boston. There was a calm about the city that only took place then. The tourists hadn’t quite come out yet – still sound asleep in their Airbnb’s, or half asleep scanning their hotel’s room service menu with one eye open deciding what to

When I was living in Utah I’d commonly start my mornings in the Starbucks drive-thru. Look I’m not proud but it is what it is. If there’s one thing Utah isn’t known for it’s coffee. At the location I went to the staff was mediocre at best. They hardly smiled and I’d say got my