tangled beauty

We took a drive that ended with a lake in hopes to heal something, a crack perhaps that can’t be seen or named but leaves its mark anyway.

Photo by Roma Kaiuk on Unsplash

Last week I wrote that I’ll be spending the summer sharing old writing (I’m calling it the “summer of nostalgia for everything not trending”). This first piece is from June 2022. I didn’t make any edits to it and it was originally published on Instagram.

I love this piece because it’s one of the first fragmented essays I attempted. It was a quick-write (I typed it on my phone in the morning in a small cabin on big bear lake). My husband was asleep and the words came out so easily. I remember thinking that I’d finally found my voice and that it felt like one of the truest things I’d ever written.

I hope you enjoy it and I hope it brings up something for you.

ps- to those of you who’ve emailed me your old writing, thank you 🙏🏻 . These pieces are gorgeous. I’m working through them all and can’t wait to respond/share them (with your permission).

xx