When I was a child, after my father died and my mother was trying to figure out life as it would be from now on, I spent an inordinate amount of hours alone in my room, listening to music.
I had a large collection of albums, all presents from my much older siblings -- two brothers and a sister -- all older enough that I adored them unconditionally. I was eleven, they weren't at home much anymore, and in my mind, whatever was being sung on those gifts to me was the wisdom I…Continue
Last week, I went looking for another place to Be.
I needed a place of repose... a spot to think... away from all the Noise and Clutter.
The noise of life in a family. The clutter in my mind.…Continue
Added by Anna Herrington on August 25, 2010 at 1:00pm — No Comments
Who Says This Generation of Young Adults is Narcissistic?
As a teenager, as soon as I realized that I could get in my car and just keep driving, I did.
I didn't worry about being abducted, much less being abducted into the sex trade, I didn't know what that meant.
I got in my car and drove. Often.
I started in Atlanta and I usually ended up north of Philadelphia at my brother's house. He and his wife had four small children then. My…Continue
Added by Anna Herrington on August 10, 2010 at 1:00pm — No Comments
We'd waxed, we'd dyed, and now for the Dance ~
We had started the bonfire out in the meadow fire-pit hours before, stoking and tending with sap-soaked fir branches, encouraging a thoroughly hot coal bed so that our next step could be pulled off.
Brave Sister and I were making our first batch of batiks and we didn't know what the hell we were doing. Normally a bonfire would not be a necessary step in this art form's process,…Continue
Added by Anna Herrington on August 6, 2010 at 1:00pm — No Comments