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One month from tomorrow
I don’t know which is more exciting. I have new songs. And I’m going to Haiti. Seriously: explosion of confetti and excitement and exclamation points right →here←. Ever since my sister Sarah moved to Haiti last June, I have dreamed of an opportunity to see her life there. One month from tomorrow, I’m getting my…
Until Monday…
The dynamite life continues – sparkles and burns and all. Right now, I am trying to turn some can’ts into cans, and setting some big wheels into motion. Right now, I have other things tying up my creative/emotional time/energy, so guess what: I’ll see you on Monday. With exciting news.
www.someecards.com
One of my favorite sites. Warning: some are completely inappropriate. But others… others are just perfection.
Dynamite
2011 has exploded like a stick of dynamite. I am bursting with news and ideas and questions and possibilities and opportunities. I have no idea what it all means, or where it’s heading, or how, or why, or even if the ending is going to be happy and good and right – I just know…
Hips don’t lie
It’s clear from every wedding reception/bachelorette party/alcohol-fueled error of judgment that I am no dancer. I’ve got rhythm, but I’m all kinds of awkward in my own skin – and this is never more obvious than when I am called upon to drop it like it’s hot. But then there’s Zumba, the “Latin-based dance-fitness program”…
How to write a Nicholas Sparks novel
First, set the scene: waterside. Next, choose a random hobby – coin collecting, or stained glass windows, or composing music. This hobby will help create a narrative arc that will act as a metaphor for deeper emotional storylines. Now, take an unlikely couple. At first, they don’t like each other, because they’re just too different. …
I trust you, blog-readers.
I have a confession: I have never listened to Mumford & Sons. I know. They’re, like, all the rage these days. But I don’t even know what they sound like. Everybody loves them and will probably murder me for not being on the bandwagon already. Who knows – maybe if I heard them, I would…
Earning my freckles
I’m back in the office this morning. And apparently, in the 7 weeks since I’ve sat at this desk, the sun has shifted.
Nesting: a (sort of) photo essay
I made it back to Denver on Saturday night, and when I walked into my apartment, I swear, it took everything in me to not drop to my knees and kiss the hardwood floors. For all of the trips that I take, I am a bona fide homebody. Yesterday, it started snowing. It was pretty…
Finally
BREAKING NEWS: my EP (yes, of 2009 renown) is finally available for digital download. What took me so long? Oh, I don’t know. My mom getting cancer. Moving across the country. Running so much. Traveling so much. Going to so many weddings. Various existential crises. I guess it took the Honda dying and leaving me…