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Friday I woke up to a snowy world and an empty bed. Realizing that while the world had become a snow globe you have been out making it a safer place. Salting the roads and paving the way for all those coffee craving 9-5ers. Clearing their parking lots and their neighborhoods while they’re still dreaming about the lives they could’ve had in their plaid pajamas under their Pottery Barn sheets. You’re freezing in your neon sweatshirt and by the time they smack their chapped, dry palms onto their... Read Full Story

Black lace tights and high heeled boots. Long strands of pearls and bright red lipstick that gets stuck on your teethe and makes your eyes look even bluer under the clear winter sky. We set off in my cluttered Nissan in search of abandoned buildings and wide open fields. What we found was much better- an unplanned adventured on a bitter cold Tuesday afternoon. Best friends united by a camera and 11 years of memories. Some good, some bad, all beautiful and flowing within us. Creating an energy... Read Full Story

It’s the start of a new year and everyone is promising to change. Swearing this year they’ll lose those ten pounds. quit their smoking habit. turn their life around. THIS year, they will become the person they were meant to be. And this time next year, they will be looking back. Wondering what the hell happened. Wondering where they went wrong. Wondering how those 365 days seemed to slip through their fingers like strands of silk. So quickly and beautifully that they never even knew... Read Full Story

Woke up from a dream last night, my new pink long johns covered in sweat. My sea salt smelling blonde waves sticking to the side of my face. My fingers were clawing deep into the feather couch, and for a few wicked seconds I lingered in the world that exists between your nightmares and your reality. the dream did cartwheels in my mind all morning. As I did crunches on a bouncy blue ball and walked sleepily through the cold aisles of a Lowes greenhouse. As I absentmindedly shoveled red and... Read Full Story

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It didnt feel like christmas without falling asleep next to you.  snuggled in our matching pajamas.  hogging the covers and listening to English accents until we fall into a deep, innocent slumber.  Your soft, white fingers finding their way to my hand,  wrapping your arms around my waist like you did when you were so small,  and you thought i could do anything.  maybe i thought i could, too.  it wasn’t that it was 53 degrees it wasn’t the dead, yellow grass and sickly... Read Full Story

Forgiveness. ‘to grant free pardon and to give up all claim on account of an offense or debt’ It seems so simple. Grant free pardon. Forgive an offense, or debt. But this one word, is one that can haunt the smiling eyes of great pretenders everywhere. This one word can be so simple to say, yet so inexplicably hard to truely feel. I am struggling with forgiveness. I am struggling to grant free pardon. I am struggling. I am struggling. I am fucking struggling. And then my favorite... Read Full Story

13 hours total in the backseat of a pale gold car. Pointlessly reapplying minty lip gloss and closing my eyes while I got lost in a book on tape read by some faceless woman with a husky voice. Cramped knees and heavy eyes. Empty Vitamin waters littering the space around my bare feet. The winding, rainy southern roads seemed endless. The world became a rest stop, and the faces at each one began to blur together into one collective traveler. Weary, dirty, restless. We are all in such a hurry... Read Full Story

The days of fall are flying by quickly now. The leaves are more full of color and life than ever, sometimes it’s hard to forget that they are really dead on the ground. Their sad reality disguised by their beauty and their vibrance and the way they make our quiet suburban streets look while the kids pile off the school bus and crunch them beneath their neon sneakers and knee high rain boots. Some days I feel like a fall leaf. Dressed up in bright colors and hippie sweaters and crazy anecdotes... Read Full Story