As one gets older, it is widely believed that one gets accustomed to getting older. I suppose that’s true to an extent. A small extent. For getting older is not the same as riding a bike or learning another such skill. Every time you get older, you’re in new territory. Every time you have a … Continue reading Where You Were and Where You Are
Every artist is familiar with the uncomfortable feeling of being too far away from creative projects for too long; I was a bit nervous that I wouldn’t find something soon enough down south. But, boy, I sure did arrive in Atlanta at the right time. Right about the time we moved down here, I met … Continue reading This post has one title; I have two.
I have lived in Louisville, KY; Cincinnati, OH; Seattle, WA; and Chicago, IL. I’ve been living in Chicago now for seven years. A couple of years ago, I fell in love. I fell in love with a physicist who was in the middle of a three-year research contract at Northwestern. I fell in love with … Continue reading What I’ll miss about living in Chicago
When I moved to Seattle, it was unintended and impulsive. I was 22, going on invincible, and the world was my vegan oyster. I was either really good at living in the moment or just too unaware of the future that it didn’t really hit me how difficult it was to move thousands of miles … Continue reading Moving
Time doesn't always feel linear. Sometimes I feel like I meet and float in between different ages of myself. Some days, I feel more like the younger me. Some days, I definitely feel like the older me. I s'pose what's really happening is there are times when I feel more like how I defined myself … Continue reading Life is an Adventure
I lived in the pacific northwest--Seattle, specifically--for nine years. Although I'm from the south originally, the pacific northwest always felt like home. It was a no-brainer for me to at least attempt to do a tour out this way. I toured my first solo show, The Good, the Bad, and the Monkey to Bellingham, Seattle, … Continue reading Northwest Tour Update
Sometimes means that you will occasionally attend a street festival by accident in the summer Sometimes means you’ll find yourself squished into the corner of the train car between an oblivious guy with a backpack and a chuckling gentleman who rolls his eyes Sometimes means you can fall asleep to the sound of the waves … Continue reading Living in Chicago