Category: Blog
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Loose Threads: memories
Isn’t it funny how memories can all run together. They chase each other down alleys and cobblestone streets so that they become intertwined whether they were ever related at all. And nothing necessarily unites them except a feeling. Riding a train at sunset drinking a spritz and laughing after dancing on the binaro. Passing those…
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Homecoming
June 1 It’s strange. I walk around this apartment as if I’ve already lived here. Or as if a future version of me sent images back to me, and I know it already, so I feel at home in a way I can’t describe. Like I’ve always known this place. This morning I took pictures…
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Loose Threads: dunes
April 2026 Sitting in the dunes at sunset as the world gets painted….blanketed with the same hue…overlaying each existing color and transforming it. Unifying it all under the same palette. As I look out over the vast ocean of sand, I think often of the Little Prince and his need for a drawing of a…
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“Lost” in the desert
Written in the desert house, April 2026 I’ve lost days. I looked at the map, maybe it was in Italian, and now I’ve confused when is when. I’m losing needing to know. I am so outside of time. It is measured in wind bursts, sunsets, loved ones’ days off and their increased presence. I sat…
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Loose Threads: pears
Eating pears every day here in my little house in the middle of the desert…so it becomes a taste of a time, of a chapter. Biting into a slice as I’m standing at the window watching the wind dance across the dunes. The flavor floods and coats my mouth with a subtle hint of grainy…
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Inchallah Lessons
Inchallah is a word that seems to mean a hundred different things. Depending on the situation, who is saying it, your relationship to them, and the tone of voice…it can mean something completely different. If you ask directly, a Moroccan will tell you it means that if God wants something to happen, it will happen.…
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Loose Threads: full moon
I will remember this night for the rest of my life. Sitting on my patio. Full moon. Trees dancing in the breeze. Something unseen, crunching and munching in the bushes. Frogs serenading the river. The men playing drums and singing to the moon and the stars and the sky and each other on the dune.…
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Wanting what I want
From July 2025 Every time you think you know something, it changes. Something shifts. I don’t know what this is. I thought I did. A discovery of a home. A lost place. Found in Morocco. But I’m not sure it was ever about the place. I think the place was the trigger. The space that…
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Self-imposed, accidental exile. Again.
How do I keep doing this? Three years in a row is a thing, right? I was fine until I wasn’t. Too many late-night drum circles, too much wine, and today I crash. When I was sixteen or so my dad said something to me that I still haven’t learned, and I remind myself of…
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Loose Threads: green room
Green room…huge flowers painted on the wall. Tiny little lights, everyone’s faces glowing…sun setting on the terrace. So loud all the conversations rising and falling. Smells this morning of fresh donuts frying. Crisp morning air. Bread man organizing his cart, stacking loaves into neat rows like coins in a tray. Donkey carts pulling cement blocks.…