the mess continues.

I woke up feeling like shit. My period was due any day and the amount of hormones surging through my system could have powered a Hummer limousine. Instead, it felt like the Hummer limousine had run over me. There were all of these things I needed to do. Errands to run. Deadlines to meet. A sick mother to attend to. Bills to sort through ...

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when life feels really hard.

Life has felt really f#*king shitty lately, globally and personally. The truth is, I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. (first world problems, I know.) I haven't danced in a couple of weeks. And it's really hard to jump back in. (You know when you KNOW that something will make you feel better, yet you still don't want to do it? Yeah, that.) ...

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on creating through the mess.

Inspired by the musical, RENT... As a 12-year-old girl I wrote in bubble letters on my bedroom wall: Forget regrets, life is yours to mess. That’s how I interpreted the line in the song “No Day But Today,” much later realizing, it’s actually: Forget regrets -- or life is yours to miss. (Call me Messy Jessie… I’ve always been a bit all over the place.) ...

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on not staying silent.

I wasn't going to write to you this week. I’m at the Jersey Shore on my annual family vacation and thought we could all use a break from Creative Fridays. But then Charlottesville. And then Trump (not speaking up about it and then speaking up and then speaking up again to show his true colors as he basically condones this disgusting, evil hate crime.) ...

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