100 days of creativity
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Wow. New Year's Day, 2021. I made it. And if you're reading this, you made it too. 2020 was, for all its faults, a necessary year. It was filled with so…
A smattering of tomatoes rest on my counter, flecked by sunlight that has found its way through the blinds. Some are fat, some are tiny. Some are…
All weekend – the slowest, most anxiety-ridden weekend I’ve had in a long, long time – I kept telling myself I’d use some of the extra time to write…
Right now I am re-reading Joan Didion's "Play It As It Lays," a novel she wrote in 1970, and one I return to every year or every other year. One thing…
Hello, dearest. How fitting it is to start this on the first day of fall, a season I have been resisting against up until this weekend. There are two…
It is hard to say much, and August has been a hard month. Here are some words. I hope this resonates with some of you. love, ashley Red is the color of…
I am of the mind that joy and sadness don't cancel each other out. They are not mutually destructive. One does not replace the other. They can -- and…
Hello, dearest. We are here, in the thick of the summer, and all I can think about is the family farm where I spent 13 years of my life. There is…