Lessons Learned 2016

2016 was a peculiar sort of year for me. It was a year of many firsts and in many ways, the year I really became an adult. For the first time in my life I travelled the world. It felt very different from my solo trip to Israel 4 years ago where many details of…

Water

How do you describe the sound of rain? That mild muttering of sounds at the onset melding into a thundering rumble at its peak. How do you describe the peace which envelopes you when cocooned in a warm cozy blanket as it’s storming outside? Life-giving water fulfilling its role in a self-sufficient cycle, bringing with…

Nomenclature

Names are peculiar things. I’ve often wondered about the time and effort people invest when selecting a name, either for themselves or for someone else. I think of the heartbreak, the deadpan joke, the favorite childhood Saturday morning cartoon, the hours of painful labor, and all the experiences that may have in some way influenced…

Is Christmas Here Yet?

It’s getting colder. The windows are starting to frost and Amazon wishlists are growing longer. It’s around that time of the year when a shot or two of whiskey (or tabasco, if that’s your thing), is added to mugs of coffee and hot chocolate. Christmas is coming, but for this girl, Christmas can’t come soon enough….

What Do You Do With Pain

What do you do with pain? Do you put it in a box and hide it away? Do you embrace it like a long lost friend? Do you fight it with all your might? Do you look at it furtively from across the room? Do you introduce yourself to it with a firm handshake? Do…

Toluene-scented Nostalgia

Sometimes you’re walking down the street, minding your own business, when it hits you. Bam! Nostalgia, heavy and full, hits you square in the gut, knocking the air out of your lungs, and you’re left in the middle of the street practically reeling in savage wistfulness. That ever happen to you? Well, tonight, it happened…

Tina

I met her four years ago. I found her tonight. This is where she feels at home, at her pedal, with her strings constantly out of tune. This is how she sees the world, as chaos fitted through a stave. Harmony. This is how she laughs, sound and hard, at her flaws and yours. This…