these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.

my artist website is here.

Jul 11, 2009


we drove north passed jenner and found a tiny, over-looked trail that lead down to the water. there were two other families there and that was it. we had the whole cove pretty much to ourselves. i found a branch and gave it to my sweetie and he chucked it out in the waves and inga ran in after it. curious and sheepish for a little while, she warmed up to this newness fast- learned to dig her feet in and brace herself against a crashing wave. the man and the dog played and played and i was free to wander up and down the shore collecting polished rocks. i only picked up the smoothest white stones. from the tiniest to the not-so-tiny and i've got 2 apothecary jars full of them now. they are on the window-sill, lovely and natural and free and special. i even found a small, irregular piece of sea-glass and i thought about ships on the bottom of the ocean and the romantic people that throw messages out in bottles.

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