notes from the music box steps

when i learned i was moving to washington, i promised myself to roll with whatever life had in store for me. no more fighting, searching, l...

i rarely write about the day job because i don't think it's terribly appropriate (even though i'll never mention where i work, w...

when i got out of bed this morning, i knew i'd spend much of today thinking and writing. for the first time in weeks, i feel rested. i...

when i lived in southern california, a rainy day meant a day indoors. i didn't go to work, didn't run errands, canceled plans, and ...

though i've been here several times the past week, i've written not a word. it's not that i haven't had anything to say, it...

dear paris wagon guy - this is my place. mine. my safe place to be me, express me, and be comfortable with me. this is where i feel free to...

one of my favorite things about italy is the solitude of her morning. in venice in particular. too dark still to be morning long after it ...