It turns out leaving isn’t something you ever get used to, no matter how many times you do it. There is always another cliff, another reason to jump. A part of me left two months ago. A part of me doesn’t believe I am about to trade my island life for winter in Europe.

Read More

Someone at work said to me yesterday, “but you’re not even American.” She’s right, by some limited definition I am not. I have lived in the USA for six years. I have an American birth abroad certificate and a social security number. I pay taxes. I voted. I love America.

Read More

The only way to deal with an unjust and unpredictable outside world is to make our internal worlds as safe and kind and beautiful as possible. This is the sun rising over my teeny tiny part of America, my heaven-on-earth. This is an unbreakable piece of my heart.

Read More

When you’re an artist you’re never not an artist, no matter what you’re doing. There is no such thing as free time or boredom or nothing to do. There are no days off. When you have the insatiable desire to create, it never leaves you alone, not for an hour or an afternoon or a vacation.

Read More