The Devil Wears Summer

I live for summer. I like it hot. Throwing on a dress post swim, adding just lip color to an already sun kissed look. Taking off to some live music under the stars is what life’s made of. That first dive into the pool so precious, I could cry. Traumatized since grade...

Depression and The Marigolds

I have to admit I never quite knew depression. Standing in the greenhouse of a local nursery, I knew I wanted bright colored flowers. Something cheery I thought as the store clerk directed me to ones that can handle full sun. Mystics say you should stare at the sun a...

The Path is Not Sexy

I don’t recognize myself in the mirror these days, like my skin is molting, and the metamorphoses happening so constantly now I feel like a Science experiment. Every part of me being probed, and examined. The universe testing on me—the strange, the real, the painful...

Whiskey Tears and Outlaws

I was brought to my knees more than once in Nashville. I grew up on old country. I had The Judds Greatest Hits on cassette tape my stepmother let me blare in car rides home. I wailed to Patsy Cline before I knew what heartbreak was—except I did. Daddy divorced Mama...

Valentines, To All Kinds

I’ve always felt Valentine’s Day was marketed, too generally. I mean, how to find the card for that friend/crush you share silence with in a way that feels like your cheating on their on-again/off again girlfriend? Be. My. Valentine. Or one for the latest ex that will...

PC Takes the Art Away

As a member of SAG-AFTRA, I take this voting time of year seriously. I curl up and watch each film so I can check the boxes with due process. This year’s Green Book is what film is all about; Vice—equally challenging and difficult to take in. Like our current shut...