Can’t hold the thoughts in any longer

A crisis of identity and exhaustion. An opportunity to recalibrate in big ways. There’s a whole list of things that I can’t quite separate into clear ideas that I can begin to sort through. It’s a list but it’s all jumbled and items relate to each other in ways that feels like an old piece…

First Memory

Just logged into my website to write a homepage blurb and this came out. Not homepage material but I think it’s the beginning of a juicy little story. My first memory is of my body dancing. I remember it feeling like I already knew what I was doing. But I wanted my mother so the…