Playing With Fire

Photography gives me a little peace from the lyme symptoms; from the non-stop researching and the truth-trauma that builds up like a takedown tackle, from writing hard the third book in the Oniah Trilogy, from memories that cascade over me in drowning waves. ...

Beach Creatures

I walk the beach, alone, barefoot with my camera. The spirit worlds are alive all around me. I see beach creatures inside the drift wood; doorways inside the splashing cobalt waves; other lands layered on top and throughout this physical one. For indeed, this physical...

Photos From The Passenger’s Seat

This weekend I sat in the passenger's seat in the car, my camera poised out the window, and took pictures of the sky as we drove around. It's truly horrifying to me to see what is coming out of the planes and drones and whatever else is spraying our skies and drifting...

Under A Chemical Sky

We are all under a chemical sky, a weaponized sky. A sky that we can no longer safely raise our children under, a sky that is murdering the future for all living things. A sky that screams war on the people, on the land, on life itself. This is not climate change from...

Strange Things

This past weekend I saw a plane disappear right out of the sky. I’m being totally serious—but I’ll get to that later. I went camping with friends. I set up our tent. Cooked a hamburger over the...

The Day I Accidentally Thought I Was A Police Officer

Set the scene: It’s lunchtime on a zippy little summer’s day. I’m driving home from swinging kettle bells in the appropriate black spandex attire, kinda zoned out from trying to get my lymph system moving. And even more zoned out from Lyme disease in general and the...

Dear Music

I am forty-two years old, and as I sit here at the computer thinking back on music, the past unravels behind me like a wild tangle of string lost down the mountain of my life, whirling and bouncing and racing out of sight so fast my eyes can’t follow where it goes. I...