Greenville — But they would be wrong. The hardest part about going for a run is deciding what you’re going to think about the whole damn time. Before you lace up your shoes, before you pull back your hair, before you lift up one knee and push off with the opposite foot, finding a way to occupy your mind is a runner’s biggest priority. At least that how it is for me. When people ask me about my love for runni...
Greenville — Here we go—Mother’s Day. I cringe when I log on to social media networks—Facebook is flooded with profile picture changes, status updates, old scanned-in photos of a Mom in short shorts and crazy curl...
Greenville — I wind down. I scribble some writing, scroll through Instagram, take one last sip of water. I do a visual sweep of the room. Is anything amiss? Is anything rustling? No? Are you there? Good. I lay b...
Greenville — I finally set up my fancy schmancy Ninja blender… which would be quite a nice accomplishment, except it was gifted to me in mid-December (a Christmas present from the parents) and it’s been sitting on...
Hello. It's me
“Hey!” I yell from my car window to the man sitting on the porch. “How are you?”
I got kicked off my porch today. Yeah, I know it sounds weird, me being kicked off my very own porch.
I move to get a better shot, and the bluebird thinks its funny.
i'm just sitting here in the late morning. the grass is green, but it's an overcast day and clouds are rolling fast. i suspect heavy rains by early afternoon, but the weather channel says there may be hail. it doesn't matter. i can get a few shots in before anything strikes. the event may actually be done by then. i'm not sure. i'm just sitting here right now all by myself. away from the crowd that hasn't shown up, just photographing anything i feel. there's birds and trees and lots of other little things to fill the space. it's just a simple process anymore, filling the void that is. there's even a thin river running by that's right over there. and here's my tree. i didn't see it at first. i'll admit my mind didn't see it at all. i just breezed right by, but as my thoughts were wondering in the spring air, my eyes keep coming back to the sensation standing right there. I just like this tree. it's magical. it's a wizard with hands flying around. but it can't seem to hold on to all of these great ideas. even if none are truly great, they're all its own, and it wants to share them with us -- you and i. so hold onto your seat. we're going for a ride. it's the day i met a magical tree.
The sun is shining. So I am writing.
I can't sleep in the dark anymore.
Annual mother's day anxiety...
They say that sometimes, walking out the door is the hardest part...
Smoothie ingredients are an absurd amount, but reflections are priceless…
yoga fiction...
It is oh-so-worth it to get out of bed.
"What made you want to go back to church?"
I was woken by a thunderstorm. A clap outside my window scared me and I jolted, unsure of where—who—I was.
They threw these pom balls at our wedding.
I'm proud to say that this year, I'm a total cliche.
Halloween - the only thing other than drag shows and Vegas that fuels the cheetah-print economy.
It was 1973, and choosy moms chose ANSI-certified cabinetry. Only the best for their lard, aspic cookbooks, and Jell-O molds.
Humbled by the fact that I’m not missed at my industry's most important conference
We carve mountains out of the curves and whorls of concrete.
Best seat in the house. Great house to have a seat.
In the basement at The Forge, working on getting work.
The Tar River at flood stage, July 9, 2013.
Wrinkles and sunburn disguise.