tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37157213940801636742024-02-19T07:07:09.528-08:00Nessa's NookNessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-44768083217218393782023-05-19T01:29:00.003-07:002023-05-23T19:34:32.737-07:00Crossroads - A PrologueI haven’t blogged for over a year while collecting songs exploring themes of where crossroads in life take us. I thought I’d post this months ago, but what started as one playlist turned into six, with each of them exploring different aspects of life – including being loved and loving, death and dying, longing and letting go, and healing.
The passage of time has felt inescapable lately. I don’t Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-66262010319698437652022-01-17T20:34:00.006-08:002022-01-17T21:10:50.382-08:00The making of a scarI've been quiet on this blog since rekindling it a few months ago. I’ve been working through a pretty difficult time from my past that I’ve never shared publicly and it’s been hard to find the right words to talk about.
Due to an unexpected COVID-19 quarantine by myself, I’ve recently had the needed space to finally bring the processing of what happened to a state of mind where I feel Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-22927956955506818452021-09-09T01:11:00.032-07:002021-09-10T23:59:40.919-07:00Lady, weeping at the crossroadsThe major headlines these past few weeks feel like being in a 20-year time warp back to 2001 with the war in Afghanistan, ISIS attacks, and a destructive hurricane causing havoc along the Gulf Coast. Now add to that a global pandemic, social and political unrest, and witnessing the decline of civilization in a post-fact world.
I’ve been learning a lot lately about the imprint trauma makes on ourNessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-59521504082327484642021-09-01T19:02:00.004-07:002021-09-20T17:52:02.624-07:00Reconnecting and healingI got a lot of compliments on my hair today from strangers, friends, and coworkers alike. What started as a pandemic grow-out has turned into something much more meaningful for me. As I’ve worked to heal my physical self from the ravages of COVID-19 this past year, I’ve also been on a journey to heal my spiritual and mental health. Part of that has come from therapy, and another part has come Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0Seattle, WA, USA47.6062095 -122.332070819.295975663821153 -157.4883208 75.916443336178844 -87.1758208tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-4205802190172268582011-06-16T09:21:00.000-07:002011-06-16T09:21:52.765-07:00New Space and New Lease on Blog Life - Come Join MeTo all my readers, I must first say thank you. I know I've been neglectful of this space over the past two years, so if you're still poking around hoping for an update you're indeed a patient person.
I've decided to moth-ball this blog along with the two others I started over the years. I think I was too ambitious trying to have three separate online spaces for my personal creative writing Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-80107390062439247722010-07-28T01:19:00.001-07:002022-08-17T11:50:42.700-07:00Dad and DatingI think I’m a pretty lucky girl to have a dad like mine. Sure, he does all the things you expect a typical dad to do, such as teaching me how to drive a car and having patience when I back it into the side of the house. Or helping me move more times than I can count, co-signing student loans without batting an eye, and coaching me through several exhaustive and expensive career changes.
And thenNessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-90567888649602932742010-03-11T23:38:00.000-08:002010-03-12T00:22:32.701-08:00Dear Anonymous,Unlike you, I do not to hide behind a shroud of anonymity. I have nothing to hide. So I am addressing your attacks on my character and intelligence in a public forum.
Yes, I removed your spiteful comment from blog. It’s not because I’m unable to respond, but because you made it on a post completely unrelated to your hateful ranting.
In fact, I find it interesting you decided to attack me on a Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-52969584380796928682010-02-21T20:53:00.000-08:002010-02-21T21:41:26.576-08:00I’m back! In more ways than one . . .First, if anyone is still out there checking this blog for updates, thank you.
Where I've been
The demands of a new job and elected duties with the 43rd District Democrats forced me to curb my extra-curricular writing for bit. I’m happy to report though I’ve started to find a little more work/life balance. Something I’ve always failed at doing, but have now committed myself to finding.
Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-69312454285582675632009-09-07T19:42:00.000-07:002009-09-07T20:31:17.547-07:00GOP hypocrisy: Video of Reagan’s 1988 address to students of AmericaAll week I’ve been riled up about the GOP’s ignorant attacks on a speech President Barack Obama plans to give students across America tomorrow about the importance of staying in school, getting good grades, and working hard to achieve success.Before anyone had even seen a draft of Obama’s speech, the GOP jumped back on the fast track of the Fear-Mongering Express to insight anger along partisan Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-73630407194609075762009-08-26T23:57:00.000-07:002009-09-12T02:08:20.291-07:00A public servant to the very endThere is no tribute I could post or words I could write to truly encapsulate the loss our country has had in the death of U.S. Sen. Ted Kennedy (D-Massachusetts). He wasn’t a politician. He was a public servant.
Despite serving more than 46 years in office, the third longest of any senator in the history of our country, he remained passionate and diligent to his responsibilities. He was not Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-85870704255761195122009-06-07T22:45:00.000-07:002009-06-07T23:02:49.864-07:00Sunday’s Super SavingsWith my hours at work being cut by one day a week starting in July and new job prospects slim, I’ve started putting some cost saving measures into practice.Almost everything I’m doing to cut corners were lessons I learned during childhood when my parents were living paycheck to paycheck and raising three kids. There’s so many images forever branded to my brain of spending all day Sunday at the Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-5690144151411360552009-05-27T23:18:00.000-07:002010-05-04T10:41:17.426-07:00A year ago todayLast year at this time I was waking up in North Dakota for a traditional Wheeler breakfast at my grandparents' farm--a pan of homemade caramel rolls and a selection of Grandma's jams and jellies to put on freshly made toast.
It was Grandpa's 80th birthday, and I had flown in the day before to surprise him. We ate our breakfast while talking about the upcoming presidential election. Of all the Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-85468505152918309412009-05-13T21:46:00.001-07:002023-01-24T11:01:02.548-08:00For Grandpa
It's amazing how a person's life perspective changes in the blink of an eye. Two weeks ago I was consumed by anxiety over being reduced in hours at my job and wondering how I was going to make rent and my student loan payments. Then on May 4, my life changed forever with the news of my grandpa being killed in an accident on the farm that's been in my family for more than a century.
I have Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-40321330459703458222009-04-27T17:34:00.000-07:002009-04-27T17:46:43.463-07:00WTF Seattle?Aside from the shooting on the corner of where I work the week before last, or the several strong-arm robberies in and around the University of Washington campus in the last month, here is run down of current headlines on the local section of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer at this very moment:Woman who shot man after bus altercation releasedWells Fargo on Capitol Hill robbed SaturdayStrong-arm Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-31732922556184350172009-04-26T22:07:00.000-07:002010-09-20T23:57:01.760-07:0010 Sure Fire Ways to Creep a Girl Out with Your Online ProfileI've been doing the online dating thing for a little more than a year now. I may still be single, but I have stories. Lots and lots of stories mixed with frustration, exasperation, and perhaps some humiliation.
The good thing is that advents in social networking such as Facebook and Twitter have taken away the stigma associated with meeting someone online. This makes the selection of Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-28538184164391591912009-03-01T15:58:00.009-08:002023-05-01T09:36:53.129-07:00brilliant trace #10I'm not sure who you are, or if we've even met. All I know is I’ve reached the end of a year-and-a-half journey in learning from those who came before you.
I originally thought that revisiting the brilliant traces of my life was going to take 10 days. It turned out there were more bitter layers than sweet ones left behind in the healing of my heart over the years. However, I’ve come out on Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-7607199149563619422008-11-22T12:34:00.000-08:002010-06-10T10:39:21.722-07:00Twilight twitterpationI'm pretty perplexed lately about the excitement, particularly among adults, over the Twilight series. While working at the Peninsula Daily News and covering the small town of Forks, I was one of the first reporters to actually cover this story (back when Stephanie Meyer had still never even visited the many places in her books.)
I remember being assigned to cover her big visit to Forks where Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-35774328608346518952008-10-15T21:30:00.000-07:002008-10-15T21:35:38.727-07:00Life imitates artJoe, the star of tonight's presidential debate, I would like you to meet Bud.Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-2022819178008813602008-09-29T16:03:00.010-07:002023-05-01T09:47:44.611-07:00brilliant trace #9I was sitting with my back to the door at Twilight Exit nervously fiddling between picking at the coaster underneath my pint of beer and adjusting my hair. Then I heard from behind, "Nessa!"
I turned and was immediately embraced by your friend. I looked up at you and instantly recognized your warm bearded smile and kind eyes that I'd seen in pictures on your MySpace profile. I could tell you Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-43748667005526631712008-09-11T00:50:00.000-07:002008-09-11T01:14:46.240-07:00one from thousandseight forty-five amthe morning my life began i stepped outside the gymBOOM!papers falling high and trickling in the skya parade today we'll see?no. No. NO!specs of metal glittering in the suni should run, i need to run--are all those people gone?A bomb? A bomb?!showers of ash upon my head sped with confusion and fearmy office, to my office, they'll know thereIt stings to see. It stings to Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-1868461399397370372008-08-23T19:21:00.000-07:002008-08-26T18:36:46.644-07:00Louder than words"When it comes to men that are romantically interested in you, it’s really simple. Just ignore everything they say and only pay attention to what they do. It’s that simple. It’s that easy."I heard this quote today while listening to The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch. It couldn't have come at a better time in my life, because despite my best efforts, I've been feeling resentful and perplexed byNessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-4916392474403174542008-07-27T20:44:00.000-07:002023-05-02T12:44:30.979-07:00brilliant trace #8 - Part IIYou were holding a pine cone and a book, and asked through the screen door if you could come inside. I was so happy to see you I'd forgotten to open the door.
You handed me the book The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. You said my writing reminded you of hers, and you thought it only right that I should own your favorite book by her. Then you handed me the pine cone. You said there Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-17475416816667809352008-07-20T23:33:00.000-07:002021-09-08T15:45:25.499-07:00brilliant trace #8 - Part IIt was almost pitch black and I could barely see your face. I was helping your aunt breakdown the t-shirt booth after a long opening day of a powwow.
All I could make out was your tall figure, curly hair, and dark glasses as I watched you silently stand there while your aunt excitedly fussed over the arrival of you and your little cousin.
It wasn't until we were inside your aunt's office with Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-85260182666699855192008-06-03T22:33:00.000-07:002008-06-03T22:34:21.087-07:00Tears of joyI cried them tonight for the first time in my life.Obama '08!Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715721394080163674.post-58448583513716306682008-04-28T23:02:00.000-07:002008-04-28T23:20:35.398-07:00My new theme song"Merry Happy" by Kate Nash... Though you try to tell me that you never loved meI know that you did'Cause you said it and you wrote it down ...... Yeah you make me merry make me very very happyBut you obviously, you didn't want to stick around ...... So I learnt from you ...... I can be alone, yeahI can watch a sunset on my own ...Dedicated to the two most brilliant of my brilliant traces, who I Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341939936731391906noreply@blogger.com0