August is here. We’ve hit upon a very significant month for your creative life. It starts with August 1st, in traditional pagan cultures known as Lammas, or the festival of first fruits. It’s when we start to see the hints of the harvest that is to come in the fall. It’s a last chance reminder to check yourself before you wreck yourself ...

Maybe it’s a good thing... When 10 unread texts accumulate by the end of the night because you hadn’t looked at your phone much. When you forget to take the garbage out because you’re in the flow of writing. Or crying. When poems come through your pen more often than to-do lists. When sitting in an hour of traffic feels worth it ...

We met on instagram. She messaged me, bummed out that she missed the last dance program I hosted, but little did she know another one was starting up. On the phone a few days later, she tells me about this hidden dream of dancing on stage. She never took formal dance classes, yet she has this vision - so vivid - of being under the lights, freely expressing herself. She took the leap and joined the You Can Dance Again program ...

So, the short of it is... I have a new website. (Yayyyyyyyyy: because it’s been a long time coming after 5 years and I friggin LOVE it. Hope you do, too. Check it out here.) Like most seemingly shiny new things, though, there’s a lot of grit, grime, and grrrrrr-ing that happens simultaneously, beneath the surface. Tomorrow, I move to New Jersey for a temporary yet unknown amount of time ...