Jagged wooden splinters surged, dark against the ocean froth. They were the same glossy, rich color as the sailor's hair she'd caught a glimpse of at the rail. His inky curls had tumbled down his sun-beaten forehead, above eyes listless and enraptured. The empty, yawning...
She could feel a smile just starting to tweak the corners of her mouth. He was there, across the room, framed between the business-formal shoulders and pointed gestures of her colleagues. It was useless to resist, even as she tried to avoid meeting his...
She grabbed the remote and pounded the mute button irritably. No matter how many songs she skipped past, they all devolved into repetitive, meaningless drivel after a minute of listening. There was just nothing worthwhile in any of the lyrics. Yet the silence now was chafing...
As I was laser-cutting some accessories for a photo shoot (which I'll be sharing photos from shortly!) I had a brain-wave of the topographical variety--which is unusual for someone who usually works in fabric! Many hours of work, stained fingers, and coats of varnish later...
They gazed out from the hilltop, glinting sparks of tension in the warm, muggy darkness. He was pondering the constellations of street lamps and headlights below, forming a halo-ed suburban universe. There, a galaxy of lights around the high school and its football field, here a...
(Photos by Michelle Shiers, courtesy of her and Cirque School LA, used with permission) Tucked away down a gated alley in Hollywood lies the portal to a world where humans fly, bend, and tumble to jaw-dropping effect. The circus hasn't just come to town--it has taken...
She kept scrolling, presented with endless vistas, gorgeous clothes, delicious food. A treasure trove of some fantasy life style, carefully composed and curated. The biomass spinning a golden web of collective desire. It was so easy to get sucked into digital nirvana and imagine someone...
[caption id="attachment_68" align="aligncenter" width="839"] Belly dance top + Not belly dance Skirt = My style choices forever changed[/caption] It dawned on me last month that I can no longer call myself a professional belly dancer. After 10 years, my interest in this unusual and misunderstood hobby...
She tugged the needle through again viciously, and then choked back a sob to hold the material closer to her tired eyes. What shadow of her teenage world view had made her think black on black was a good idea? Oh yes, black doesn’t show...
My gaze carefully swept the room one last time. Each piece of furniture, each little knick knack, each book, and each piece of art wove together the tale of a life independent and carefully considered. They were not grandiose possessions, but they were treasured, and...
