Journalist . Writer . Storyteller
The beat goes on
Having a kid gets me into the holiday swing in a way I usually don’t. Alecia had her doula training over three days, and Hazel and I spent some time walking around a mall that called itself a fashion square. We didn’t pose for photos with Santa, and she may have been the only infant with different-colored socks.
That was our weekend. Life’s busy, raising a kid in an intentional community that operates a major soup kitchen in downtown L.A. It’s a beautiful life here, but also demanding. I’m online once a day at most. I’m also looking for a job, or supposed to be. I’m basically re-fashioning (that word again) my resume from journalism to what I’m aiming for: corporate content creator. Alecia and I may also visit another Catholic Worker with at least one other other family as community members to see if that’s the lifestyle we want. These are big decisions. With a kid, their meaning is multiplied, or seems to be.
In the cracks of the day, and night, I’ve been putting the final touches on Dark Dragonfly. I’ve scaled it back to a chapbook, with 40 poems. There are a handful of unpublished, new poems. If I can make something like $200 on the book then I’ll put out another one as soon as possible and no longer do the magazine pieces. That would be exciting, but even if I only make $20 it has been so fun putting the collection together. The 40 in Dark Dragonfly are alive in my life. I am truly grateful for the encouragement and love my fellow artists have shown me here.
Yes, I posted a baby photo. It’s all I got:)