And this is the part where the new truth settles in. I ♥ Ben Lee & coffee & plaid & Tegan and Sara. I think I had forgotten those things. I have forgotten so much. Like how fucking amazing it feels to write, to dream up characters and let them speak to you. I’d forgottenContinue reading “#143; I feel you in my heart. I don’t even know you.”
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is,Continue reading “#131; Rilke says we’re to live the questions”
I was looking through some old blog entries tonight – from The View from Dupont, my first DC blog – and came across the following… How appropriate… I moved to Dupont because it seemed to be the one place in this city that people can be themselves. As a community we’re generally professionals and doingContinue reading “#128; whispers from the grave”
Tonight I say ‘goodbye’ (because it’s never really goodbye) to D.C. In the morning I’m heading to vacation for a week in Myrtle Beach, and then moving to southern Virginia. Wish me luck, blogosphere, as I let Limbo take its hold on me fully, I’ll be writing. Best Regards, from Limbo
No one does Pride like the District. I’m ecstatic to be here for it one more time. See you on 17th!
I have spent most of my life working in one way or another. A million extracurricular activities, varsity sports, summer study programs, internships, three jobs & two programs in college… I haven’t taken a real break – one that lasted longer than a week – since I was four years old (which is when I started danceContinue reading “#123; history in the making”