These Words Are Good Enough
On the eve of my 38th birthday I sit down in front of a blank Pages document and worry about what I want to say. I try to find the words to write but they won’t come out. I’m paralyzed by the voices in my …
Tag: writing
The Beth Project: Chapter 1, Vol. 2
Beth paused for a second before she saved the file as March 2021 // Beth Project 37Z-9A6. Leaning back in the chair she took a deep, slow breath to try to ease her nerves. Her anxious hands cupped her own face and rubbed her eyes in circular motions. She …
Notes from Gaiman’s ‘Norse Mythology’ Featuring Ancient Aliens, Odin’s Ass Mead and Zombies
The Vikings left us with their own set of myths and gods (much to the chagrin of Greek and Roman academia), and a significant mark on the English language. I picked up Neil Gaiman’s playful Norse Mythology this spring because I was looking for something light and snackable to digest during some work travel. “Greek myths are full of sex and peacocks,” Gaiman told the audience at a recent book reading. “There’s lots of sitting outside and falling in love with your own reflection. No one’s doing that in Norse mythology. You sit outside in the winter, you’re dead,” he said.
Grand Canyon, Road Trip and Brad Pitt – O My!
I just finished the GQ Magazine article with Brad Pitt (because who wouldn’t?) about his divorce, finding himself and becoming a better man. OK, Eddie Vedder. The magazine took him to multiple national parks in California for the photo shoot, where Pitt apparently frolicked with the land and talked matcha tea during his “weird” time. Well I’m having a weird time, too. And I, too, am asking question of the futile world – which I think is OK. I see why GQ chose to bring our beloved Pitt to the wilderness (The Everglades, White Sands
Creating Leads Through Technology: Are Real Estate Agents Behind the Digital Curve?
By Crescent Seward It’s not a huge secret I work for a well-known real estate brand. I wear a lot ofContinue Reading
Coffee in the Morning
I moved to a drizzly little town just north of Seattle the summer before middle school. In this tiny, peace sign-shaped subdivision, there were six girls all in the same grade. As preteen and teen girls do, we became the best of friends, then…
