life here in kansas is ending, it’s really ending. the one way ticket i bought carries me away on saturday. my suitcase is filled and my ‘to do’ lists are complete… or nearly complete. my boxes are packed and my closet empty, okay nearly empty. the ’see you laters’ have been said and panera coffee punch card is finished. all that’s left to do is leave… am i scared? yes… a little. it’s not going to be easy, i know that. this is the third year in a row i’ve started over. i know it’ll be a few months before i feel settled and can process my...
Read Morean attempt at capturing my little sister's beauty...
the book the products the exhibition the video the praise the criticism
i still have a big girl bed. when most people my age have fully furnished houses and make meal plans for groceries, i still sleep in the corner bedroom of the house i’ve grown up in on the bed my parent’s bought me when was too old to sleep in the crib. everything i own in life fits into one single room and if i packed really well, in the back of a pick-up truck. don’t get me wrong, i’m not complaining by any means. the rent is cheap, the food appears in the refrigerator, and i have no cable...
Read Moreif you cannot make it to one of my 5 talks this week on india, [i know... all the same week... why do i do this to myself?!] here’s a sampler… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ju-9FOlDty4
dear india. part of me wants to close your cover. i’m ready for the next book and to move past my time with you… i don’t want to tell your stories nor try to figure out how you changed me. i’m ready to write your conclusion and put your numbered book on the shelf with the rest of them. i’ll pick you up again someday, when i’m ready to read you again. but not until then. then part of me is afraid to finish you. i’m beginning to forget what your soap smelled like in the kitchen, the freshness of your morning,...
Read Morea little out of balance. forgive my neglect.
