I couldn’t get her off my mind after seeing Questlove’s documentary, Summer of Soul. Here’s the soul who, at age 12, wouldn’t continue her piano recital until her parents were offered seats in the front row. I cannot imagine exercising such courage of conviction in front of a crowd of expectant people at age 12. I admire how she continued to transform the raw materials of her often painful life into profound, expressive beauty.
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The brain learns by repetition, repeat exposure, reminders. Often I’ve had insights arrive in my gray matter—sweet aha moments that soothe my worries and send waves of relief over my weary soul—only to just as soon forget those insights and find myself back in the mire of suffering, straining to recapture the relieving thoughts I once held firmly in my grasp. Thankfully over time I have learned to keep note of my insights (and others’) to revisit them as often as needed. This gives my brain opportunities to review and marinade in the sweet, sweet wisdoms of life.
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YouTube has a knack for filling my feed with videos I’d love, and that’s how I found Shayna Klee. A recent vlog of hers entitled “Make bad Art & take up space – my story” dropped out of the ether and into my YouTube feed one night about two weeks back. It inspired me to do just what the title encourages: make bad art and take up space.
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2020 was a hard year for many, and I experienced my share of challenging moments. But overall, I had a wonderful year and a slew of memories for the keeping. I’ll let the photos, or my teeth in them, tell the story.
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This recipe is adapted from the original recipe invented by San Diego-based singer, songwriter, and banjo player Fast Heart Mart. One late evening at a pizza joint, I asked Fast Heart the question: “With such a picky diet, do you have anything you eat that really satisfies you?”
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The color cast on the water yesterday evening at Coronado was less a shade of blue and more a melange of purples: lilac, heather, periwinkle, suffused over a deep eggplant… I hadn’t seen a sea like that before. It was gorgeous. The sun made its casual descent over Point Loma.
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Taylor Swift’s “cabin in candlelight” version of her new song “cardigan” carries a good whiff of Lana del Rey influence. I’ve read Taylor say she loves Lana’s lyricism. When I first heard T. Swift’s song earlier this week, I chuckled to myself about the marked influence and thought I wouldn’t be too moved by the song. Taylor trying to do Lana? Nah… Continue reading →
Despite the pandemic and the corresponding stay-at-home order, San Diego beaches opened in time for my 30th birthday—my first birthday celebrated in Southern California: home state of my heart!
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Since discovering Simple Mills Almond Flour pancake & waffle mix… there is simply no going back to anything else. Continue reading →
by Lorine Niedecker, Wisconsin poet
Keen and lovely man moved as in a dance
to be considerate in lighted, glass-walled
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I’m not telling you to drink water instead of something else. Nah, it’s not my place to judge; I went straight to the fridge for a beer after getting home from work this evening. To my dismay, the only beer found there was a half-drunk bottle of boochcraft of my boyfriend’s from, oh, a month ago. (Who saves their unfinished boochcraft?!)
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Blend together the following:
Pour the blended ingredients into the container in which you plan to store your pudding. Then, stir in 1/2 cup chia seeds. Cover and let sit in the fridge for 30 minutes. After 30 minutes, give the mixture a stir to ensure you have achieved the desired texture (i.e. seed to pudding ratio). If so, great! Cover again and refridgerate for a few hours prior to serving.
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Kelly, unlike myself, likes to share her food and drink with others and – also unlike myself – has a million friends with whom to share the food and drink. Continue reading →
Over the past few years, I have been reading and subsequently burning my old journals. I began journaling at age seven, so in the past few years I have read twenty years’ worth of journals.
Sips from the Well 