A thousand little broken things may stall in a moment, against an obstacle; but in another instant those tiny things re-break themselves … propelled by gravity and the familiarity of brokenness.
Letting go of air
Anything beautiful and lasting in my life is carried in my skin and bones and deep in the folds of my recollections.
The impossible scale of cities
I could fit one million myselves into the buildings nestled in the photo, but I scan it all with my entire eye in one second.
Streak
Hello, 2018. I'm coming in with all this white hair, and wrinkles around my face.
January sketches going to print!
You guys, I'm kind of ... happy.
(Add overwhelmed, exhausted, nervous, determined, busy, activated, curious, learning, unlearning, teaching [?], sharing, self-preserving, taking-care-of, buzzing, zoned out.)
Woman Two: Artist Kayla Carlson
Look at that cat. Look at its eyes and its soft round body. The spots, and how it's perched, just watching.
Look at this tiny failure, and how it's OK
That print up there. I ... don't love it. I mean, it's my baby. It's the first one I conceptualized for this project, and the one that I keep redrawing to find the best version. I've still got the sketch pad in front of me (under my elbow as I'm writing, right now, in case I think of a thing to do to it).
Woman One: Cary Clifford
It's been three years since I was behind the counter at Cary's bakery (which I can hardly believe), and two years since we lived in North Carolina. But when I visit, Camino still feels like the home I left (even if so many faces are new), and Cary is still gliding through the center of it.
If there were a year to choose to be unafraid of my own voice, this is it. And a year to amplify to the voices of others, this year, too.
The year is new!
I had the strongest sense of a reset with this new year. As deeply as the obligatory renewal you might have felt as a kid, because that's what you understood the New Year to be. But add something genuine and intentional.
i carry your heart(space)
I found out Saturday that there is a small part of myself that I carry with myself. It's wrapped in bamboo floors; gentle, intentional voices; a mat.
In praise of this mullet
Who needs asterisks to replace the Us in your FUs when you know what the fuck you want to say?
When you're a mom who just wants to take over the world, is all
I'm almost positive I've told you this before: that within about five minutes of King being born, I realized I wanted to do E V E R Y T H I N G.
Settling in
It's been nearly two months since I wrote that I wanted my eyeballs back ... time to sit with moments and not be distracted by other moments.
Wish you were here: Wild baby, frenetic life
This is all as difficult as it is rewarding. There are days that I'm overwhelmed, and miss the sanctity of that home we left in North Carolina a whole lot. But this machine is moving in the right direction; I can feel it. And that is supremely satisfying.