On Buckling Down and Getting Things Done
"Come for me, baby," he says as he comes, cavalierly, into me. He finishes with a smile, rolls off, finishes his drink. He got what he wanted, now off to the next thing on his list. Check. Check, please. I offered myself to him on a silver platter, he told me he'd already eaten but …
When we are younger, we don't have to look very far to find one whom we call teacher. It is a gift many of us afford to take for granted, it is so pervasive to our young lives growing up. Go to school - there is a teacher; after school activities - there is another …
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A friend of mine recently came to me with her heart broken. The man she had just spent three years of her life with suddenly decided, out of the blue, that he no longer wished to be an active member of their club made for two. By way of informing her of his decision, he …
Continue reading Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner, Especially Not Baby Herself
What did you do today? Was there anything you wanted to get done, but didn't find the time for? Is this an anomaly, or has it happened before? Is it, in fact, something of a regular occurrence? I recently had a conversation with a woman in the locker room about the benefits of working on …
Love and loss. Beautiful words by Ra Avis, turning grief into something close to beauty.
There was a pair of shoes at Nordstrom’s last week that Dave would have loved, but I didn’t buy them because I couldn’t remember his shoe size.
And, obviously, also because dead men do not need shoes.
Today he’s been gone for 1000 days.
That’s a big number. Four digits, even. But it hardly seems like enough time to start forgetting things.
I’m not a desperate person by nature, but I felt as if I started to drown a bit in that store. I began to remember every little thing about him, trying to grip the little grains of memory, praying that the effort didn’t let them slip through my fingers.
But it’s as an inevitable as death.
Life slips by.
I want to say my late husband wore a nine and a half, but I’m not sure. I didn’t get to keep any of his things.
He was particular…
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Amazing photographer Omar Z Robles showing his work through an interpretation of the human body, through dance and images. A new outlook on the world around us through no words but movement.
As I continue my quest to travel the world documenting dancers in different countries, my next destination after visiting Cuba last March was inspired partly by something I heard someone say not too long ago. Words that still echo in my mind, and I bet on a lot of other people’s minds. “When Mexico sends it’s people…”. The rest of that sentence is full of so much negativity and hate, I won’t even bother to repeat.
Greta Elizondo | Fujifilm X-T2 + XF 56mm
And so it was, I set myself to prove those words wrong and show how beautiful Mexico and its people really are. Thanks to the support from the folks at Fujifilm I was able to head over to Mexico City. I researched and contacted a good number of local dancers and packed my bags.
Iratxe Beorlegui | Fujifilm X-T2 + XF 56mm
Allie Gee | Fujifilm X-T2…
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Close your eyes, and picture the face of someone you disagree with. We all have at least one such person, and if you're one of the lucky ones who thinks, Oh no, not me, just turn on the news for one minute and you will be sure to find someone right quick. The headlines nowadays expound upon …
"Hey, f**k you!" That's the sentiment we share for the guy who cuts us off in traffic, for the customer who eats but doesn't tip, or for the couple talking too loudly in the movie theater. There are over a million and one ways for somebody to piss us off, but living on a planet …
Look inside yourself right now, are you happy? If you were scrolling through any kind of social media before you answered this question, the answer is likely to be a ‘no’. Anytime we allow ourselves to get sucked in to the quicksand of these social platforms, there’s a little part of ourselves (or maybe a …
Love, am I right? What is it about love that leaves us so unsatisfied? What is it about this grand concept - that is constantly being touted as the end all be all that defines our whole existence - that defies our understanding? Who are we in love? Who are we without it? "I don't …
