down the rabbit hole

The last few weeks, I've been sucked into the world of the Mandela Effect. It's a phenomenon where groups of people share a memory of something but that memory differs from the version that is commonly accepted and documented. I've been watching tons of videos, reading articles, scanning my memory for things that didn't seem … Continue reading down the rabbit hole →

mandela effect

A friend told me about the Mandela effect last year. It's a strange phenomenon in which some people have memories that differ from the common memory. It's named the Mandela effect because there are thousands of people out there who remember Nelson Mandela dying in prison. The way my friend introduced the idea to me … Continue reading mandela effect →

2018 resolutions: the list of doom

Yes, I know it's not a good practice to attribute such negative terms to a plan I have yet to start in earnest. The list of doom? Really, now. Doesn't inspire confidence and all that feel-good vibe-y stuff. The truth is that most resolutions fail and I don't believe I have super-human abilities to fall … Continue reading 2018 resolutions: the list of doom →

resolutions

Resolution: a firm decision to do or not to do something. (oxforddictionaries.com) I made the obligatory resolutions in January. Give up sugary drinks, eat better, exercise consistently, work on learning French and the banjo, create publishable stories and/or essays, and pursue several other items I've long forgotten about. Writing has been the only constant but … Continue reading resolutions →

naval gazing

Warning: this site contains the naval gazing drivel of an old lady. Enter at your own risk.

my Frankenstein coat: there’s always mourning

I've been mourning. This happens when projects I'm eager to complete get cobbled together with one unsatisfying compromise after another. I decided to construct my coat out of resale finds. I envisioned cheerful, bright colors. Unfortunately, most coats are drably colored but I thought to myself, "hey self, you can bedazzle the shit out of … Continue reading my Frankenstein coat: there’s always mourning →

hiding and fashion vomit

When I wear a vomit of colorful fabric billowing around me, I feel most vibrant and alive... and myself.