Of course I remember what I was doing on that day: I was driving to Concord to see my mom and do some shopping, driving in a car with a radio that didn’t work. It wasn’t until I reached my mother’s office, and she asked me if I’d heard about the planes, about NYC, and […]
Read More REMEMBERING 9/11I just…love this song. And listened again for the first time in awhile as I scrolled through my liked videos on youtube.
Read More LOVE SOMEONEIt’s ages ago now, but my 9 days in Barcelona wandering with my newly-purchased Nikon D60 was absolute heaven: The food. Lazing away the morning on one of the many beaches that dot its stretch of coastline. Being entertained by the street performers on Las Ramblas. The architecture. Forget that my high school Spanish didn’t […]
Read More BARCELONAWhile in London recently I was incredibly lucky to have finally seen some of Jo Spence’s work. She is someone I was pointed to several years ago as I was working on crafting my own illness narrative for my MA thesis in creative writing, and I’ve been fascinated by her ever since. While it was […]
Read More MISBEHAVING BODIESGrowing up I was exposed to a steady stream of murder and mystery courtesy of my mother. Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple. Sherlock Holmes and Watson. Charlie Chan. Ellery Queen. And the one I truly dreaded: Jessica Fletcher. Each Sunday evening we watched the Cabot Cove, Maine mystery writer amateur sleuthing her way to the […]
Read More MURDER AND MAYHEMAt 6:15 this morning I left the cottage to have a roam with my camera. Of course it was raining. It rained off and on for most of the hour and a half I walked around Hay, water dripping off my linen flat cap. I took oodles and oodles of pictures, but only these ones […]
Read More RAINY MORNING PHOTOSWho’s tripping down the streets of the citySmilin’ at everybody she seesWho’s reachin’ out to capture a momentEveryone knows it’s Windy How gloriously windy it’s been here today in Hay. I have the tendency to think about life according to music–songs I love, hate, or that were playing during key moments. As I sat in […]
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