The idea of birds and fish is my way of documenting the relationships we have that seem unlikely or the beauty we find that is unusual. I feel like my life has been a long examination of things that seem to not make sense but work out anyway: I did not belong at boston university but I stayed and it worked out anyway; I was in love with a mormon for years before throwing in the towel, we are still friends though; I am a feminist liberal hailing from a conservative, business-oriented family– something I’m still figuring out how to manage.
In July of 2009 my father passed away and I’ve been trying to find creative outlets to deal with it adequately. As a writer and editor I was humbled by the clumsy tongue of loss. I am afraid of becoming one of those people who remains both in and outside of every moment they live: mediated by some invisible force, as if it’s always happening to someone else, so it can never really affect them, so they never have to change. I have changed already.
This is a blog of moments.
