Beautiful rubbish:

We chose the day of Papa's death. At the end of his week in the ICU wing of Harborview Medical Center, his eighth day of lying al...

There was a time when certain words made me uncomfortable to hear, back when the "f" word was only four letters, instead of ten...

We faced each other in a room of people, hands held, and I swayed a little with my weight on one leg, dizzy from pain and the pills to ...

  photo credit I am a moth cocooned.  Seed breaking open in the earth.  Match flame flickering on cave walls.  A waxing crescent mo...

The original artist and creator of La Catrina If you had asked me - before I knew my husband or anything, really , about Mexican cultu...

  photo credit She told me she saw me as brave. After a month of listening to pieces of my story, of themes repeating and changes in p...

My husband is a graphic designer who generally whips designs out of his head and produces them on screen in less than fifteen minutes...