every lovely thing.

1 01 2010

I start every year with these very words and this year is no exception. Wishing you all the best, xoxo.

Words by Pam Brown, photos by yours truly.


30 12 2009

So it’s the day before new year’s eve and considering the fact that it’s not just the end of the year but the end of a decade, I thought it’d be appropriate to take a time out and take a look back on where I’ve been. Every end of the year, I have this ritual of reading through my collection of writings and looking through my many photos as a way of somehow reliving and recapturing those extraordinary and, well, not so extraordinary moments. All too easily and all too often we forget what we did just last weekend or even yesterday and so doing this is my own little way of refreshing my memory.

…And so, I just spent the last couple of hours reflecting on key moments from the past year…and damn, there have been many! There have been surprises and challenges at almost every bend of this road and it still shocks me to realize how much I’ve grown and changed in this relatively short time. I’ve experienced my first death (a conception that is still so abstract to me), my first real heart break (a place of lost and hurt that I hope never to find myself in again), and my first solo travels (a euphoric feeling of liberation and discovery like no other). This year I lost two important people in my life, one through death and the other through a break-up. But at the same time, so many new people have entered my life and in such little time, have managed to capture my heart completely. I’ve made friends who have simply swept me off my feet and reconnected with the one that I’ve missed. I’ve grieved and I’ve laughed like I never have before. I’ve been to the absolute heights of ecstasy and, on the other end of that spectrum, what seemed to be the bottomless freakin’ pit of despair. But even while in that awful aforementioned pit, the everyday heroes of my life emerged (as they often do) to listen, to talk, to sing, to dance, to drink, to hold my hand, and even to just sit in absolute silence. And let me tell you, there is nothing more humbling than to experience such acts of unconditional love and kindness.

2009 has been a defining year, no doubt. A tumultuous year, to say the least…and yet I wouldn’t have had it any other way. So here’s to 2009, my year of grief and laughter, of loss and discovery, and as for you 2010…you better watch yourself…cuz I’m gonna be bringin’ it 😉

Disappearing Ink: Thoughts On a Dying Art Form…

15 12 2009

“The bundles of paper are bound by brittle elastics, stuffed into broken-down shoeboxes and shoved under the bed.

Flowered notepaper displays the familiar swirls and curls of a childhood best friend who moved away. One glimpse and I am 12 again, ripping open envelopes and fretting over who has replaced me.

A teenage boy’s first declaration of love is hidden in a page of scrawl, the three brave words less daunting to put on paper than utter aloud.

My father’s quirky upright script is as distinctive as his blue eyes peering from a family photo. As a kid, finally managing to decipher it was as exhilarating as winning the 25-yard dash on track and field day.

There are a colleague’s reflections in fountain pen, so handsome they could have been written by a medieval scribe. Camp letters scribbled in haste by a son who couldn’t wait to get back to his canoe. Words that slump with the homesickness of a sister living half a world away.”

— Andrea Gordon

I read this article about “The Death of Handwriting” (excerpt above) earlier today and man, did it hit me like a ton of bricks! I know it sounds silly but I was actually fighting back tears as I was reading it. As a (hand)writer myself, losing this art is like losing a loved one. Growing up, handwriting was something I tried hard to master…yet something I always detested because it was forced upon us to learn in school. “Cursive?”, our class would moan, “…why learn it when printing is sooooo much easier”. It was hard and it was ugly. But as the years went on, we had no choice but to embrace it and I remember a time in junior high when my girlfriends and I would compare our handwriting with one another. “Ohhhh I like your ‘G’…let me see if I can copy it!” And so we would try to imitate each other…picking and choosing the letters and styles that we thought were ‘pretty’…each one of us trying to find our identity through penmanship. I remember distinctly, at one point, all of our writings actually looked oddly similar. Until those days of imitation stopped and comparing with one another was no longer a priority… Read the rest of this entry »

cry me a river

1 12 2009

Enough said.


11 10 2009

Can I just say that I had the absolute greatest time on Friday with the absolute greatest people? Just so happy that everyone who means anything to me was able to come out and celebrate with me. A reminder of how ridiculously lucky I am to have such amazing friends in my life! What have I done to deserve you all?


30 08 2009

This never gets old. I swear I revisit this video every few months and it’s still as good as the first time I saw it…always to the point, and always, always relevant. This particular line is resonating with the happenings of my life right now…

“Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on, work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle.”

This summer has brought a whole lot of new people in my life and in very little time, I’ve grown to love each and every one of  ’em. But as with every relationship, friendships need time and nurturing and the distance that separates us makes this no easy feat. It always takes such a great deal of effort to maintain these relationships, but I don’t care…I love it. I’ll always make the time for it…cuz that human connection makes it all worthwhile…


27 07 2009

Okay, okay…call me crazy but this tribute to So You Think You Can Dance was inevitable. I’ve been in love with this show since Season One. We’re dawning the end of Season Five now and throughout the seasons, my love has never faltered. The show has brought so much joy in my life (yes…I’m talking about a TV show). Never would I have imagined that I could be moved by dance the way I am week after week. Take Travis Wall’s choreography above, for example. I watched this routine over and over again and couldn’t help but cry! It’s stunning! An absolutely gorgeous sequence…proof that actions speak what words can never say…Like Debbie Allen so eloquently said when critiquing the piece, this show has transcended the levels of competition…it’s become a conversation. It is just that. A conversation. A conversation through movement that the mass is only now taking an active part in.

So yes…I love So You Think You Can Dance. I love it because it’s allowed me to discover and appreciate yet another dimension of human expression…