I’ve taught myself to ward off chaos with inflexible beliefs, following a path so narrow that even the unexpected joys of life have trouble getting in.
For some reason vulnerability has scared me a bit more over the last year… Perhaps, I thought, it would be best to stop spilling my guts on the Internet.
A list of things that are “not hot, not not, just meh.” Today’s roundup includes Anna Kendrick, soup, and ‘trusting your intuition.’
I’d probably be much more successful if I could apply my need for control and general insanity to this blog, but the reality is that it’s one of the few corners of my life that has eclipsed those demons.
I’m another souvenir, amongst many, from the various journeys through time that my father took. Perhaps more deeply rooted, being his child, but still a part of a much larger picture.
On the two year anniversary of this blog I can think only of my amazing dad, Craig Schiffer, who died unexpectedly this past Monday.
The belly wakes up first: it needs the most protecting. After all, this is where a kind of magic happens.
Like a curious child who’s just discovered the versatility of wondering “Why?” the shadows will keep creeping in until, eventually, you can’t avoid them.
The White Album pounced on me and was truly unlike anything I’d read before—a seamless weaving of current events with memoir, facts with potential fictions, a soft-edged journalism that thrilled me.