A Bit More Tangled

I pour some of the cloudy mixture over my scalp and begin scrubbing. There’s no satisfying lather to let me know I’ve covered and cleaned every inch of my hair, so I flex my fingers over and over again, massaging my scalp deeply, using my fingernails and rubbing my hair against the grain. I gave … More A Bit More Tangled

The Washing

From where I sit at my wooden desk on the second floor of this sprawling office building, I can see the sky — not through a window, but through the octagonal skylight capping the atrium. What seemed like moments ago, the sky was blue, quintessential sky blue, with the kind of puffy clouds I’ve always … More The Washing

Keep Rolling

I meant to write about communication and media this week. I did. But I didn’t get to it. Turns out, there’s something about the beginning of the new year that keeps me from writing. Right around February last winter I lost track of my writing, and I’m trying really hard not to let that happen this … More Keep Rolling

In the Glow

Growing up, I was often called a ‘firebug,’ and as it turns out, I married someone who also loves the ambiance provided by a cozy fire. I’m over at You Are Here today, writing about how fires have crackled in the background of so many parts of my life. Join me there to read the whole … More In the Glow