When I was a little girl, I was really obsessed with wilderness survival. Not exactly a tomboy, but I would climb trees, build forts, and get really dirty collecting rocks/plants/acorns in sunflower dresses and my mothers lipstick. Actually, thanks to the 90s trend revival that is almost exactly how I am today. So really, little has changed.Read More
...Even during college, I'd come home in June to brave the 100+ heat, mosquitos, and sweaty nights for swimming in still-cold Sierra Nevada lakes and picking blackberries. I have tons of old film prints and un-dated jams from summers blurry like heat waves above pavement. I should probably throw out those jams...Read More
...Sleeplessness- such a beautiful word. It wakes the tongue and shivers down the spine like a restless night. I'll recognize it the moment I lay down, the feeling of mental churning and the rhythm of blood flow, and know that sleep will be hard to come by.
Sleep has never been easy for me, anticipation, stress, or lingering anxieties will trigger hours, if not a full night, of active consciousness. But I've slowly gotten better at tracking these triggers preventing them...