I'm an observer, writer, creator.
My writing has focused on mental health issues, relationships, music, film, creative non-fiction, lyrics, and poetry.
I am on the brink of earning my Masters in Psychology degree from Antioch University Seattle and I have
over 10 years experience in research so I enjoy creating nerdy word processing documents, too (i.e. forms, surveys, research papers).
I am a curious devil's advocate, cupcake fiend, and hardcore cat lady.
I've been talking with friends a lot lately about creativity and how difficult it is to sustain riding the surf once you catch the wave. The dilemma of the creative process, and this is especially true for artists, is that we impose pressure on ourselves to make impressive, or at least good creations; they must...
Sonal is in a private garden, tugging at her necklace; a weariness in her eyes, she tells us, "I sometimes think, I s there a monster in me? " She's a young woman with thick black hair and a kind face softened by big brown eyes.
Tonight, indie label Neon Sigh hosts Golden Gardens, Toykoidaho and Kelli Francis Corrado at Columbia City Theater, 4916 Rainier Ave S. Doors at 8 p.m. Tickets, $8 at the door, are still available.] Golden Gardens capture the flush of first love with their shoe gazing pop, complete with fluttering tummy butterflies and tingling in your toes.
On Sunday, April 28th, local music label Neon Sigh hosts another neon pop bill. Golden Gardens headlines the set with Nostalgist, Snowdrift, and The Echo Echo Echoes. Doors at 7:30 p.m. at The Sunset Tavern in Ballard, 5433 Ballard Ave NW, $6 cover.
On Saturday, February 23rd, local music label Neon Sigh presents for your enjoyment a neon pop quadruple-bill consisting of Golden Gardens, Kelli Francis Corrado, Lou-Lou Hernandez, and The Harvey Girls. Doors are at 8 p.m. at The Josephine in Ballard, $5 cover. What is neon pop?
Let's get this out of the way upfront: if you care at all about Rock and Roll that's older than a year and don't make it to Jazz Alley to see and hear Jack Bruce this week, we can't be friends. Seriously, go.
I found youfolded in the armpit of a megaduneyou were cryingand the winds of the Taklamakan Desertwhipped up sand -it clung to your face. I had been stepping through sandon all foursin search of a lake.After two days,I was trying not to believeit to be fabled.