MINDY SEEGER ARTIST 

I almost wrote that e-mail. You know the one where you tell your dearest friend what they should do next in their life. I really had a good plan and was convinced it was inspired. I had already shared some of my thoughts with this person, but I was going to drive it home with an e-mail that would sear the words into their consciousness. I stopped myself after reviewing a brilliant e-mail I was writing in my head while I was in the shower. The truth is I hate it when a well me

I almost wrote that e-mail. You know the one where you tell your dearest friend what they should do next in their life. I really had a good plan and was convinced it was inspired. I had already shared some of my thoughts with this person, but I was going to drive it home with an e-mail that would sear the words into their consciousness. I stopped myself after reviewing a brilliant e-mail I was writing in my head while I was in the shower. The truth is I hate it when a well me

I almost wrote that e-mail. You know the one where you tell your dearest friend what they should do next in their life. I really had a good plan and was convinced it was inspired. I had already shared some of my thoughts with this person, but I was going to drive it home with an e-mail that would sear the words into their consciousness. I stopped myself after reviewing a brilliant e-mail I was writing in my head while I was in the shower. The truth is I hate it when a well me

My dear friend, before her death, swiped a bunch of pens from the hotel she was staying at and gave them to all her friends who had gathered for a celebratory dinner. I kept the pen in my purse for quite a while and vowed to never throw it out. Recently, I needed to write a phone number down and found the pen didn’t work. Maybe the ink dried up or it was just time to let it go. That’s how my world works. I will hold on to everything long past its emotional expiration date, an

My dear friend, before her death, swiped a bunch of pens from the hotel she was staying at and gave them to all her friends who had gathered for a celebratory dinner. I kept the pen in my purse for quite a while and vowed to never throw it out. Recently, I needed to write a phone number down and found the pen didn’t work. Maybe the ink dried up or it was just time to let it go. That’s how my world works. I will hold on to everything long past its emotional expiration date, an

My dear friend, before her death, swiped a bunch of pens from the hotel she was staying at and gave them to all her friends who had gathered for a celebratory dinner. I kept the pen in my purse for quite a while and vowed to never throw it out. Recently, I needed to write a phone number down and found the pen didn’t work. Maybe the ink dried up or it was just time to let it go. That’s how my world works. I will hold on to everything long past its emotional expiration date, an

Captain’s log from the starship M-terprise. We’ve been drifting through space in an endless circling of the planets. Just so you know, it feels like I’m not going anywhere, but I’m committed to the journey of nowhere. It’s become a bit disappointing to see the same sights over and over again. I feel adrift; the ship keeps moving but my energy is depleted and I have lost my enthusiasm. Maybe I’ve spent too long in space. Maybe I have to stop looking for new frontiers. It was s

Captain’s log from the starship M-terprise. We’ve been drifting through space in an endless circling of the planets. Just so you know, it feels like I’m not going anywhere, but I’m committed to the journey of nowhere. It’s become a bit disappointing to see the same sights over and over again. I feel adrift; the ship keeps moving but my energy is depleted and I have lost my enthusiasm. Maybe I’ve spent too long in space. Maybe I have to stop looking for new frontiers. It was s

Captain’s log from the starship M-terprise. We’ve been drifting through space in an endless circling of the planets. Just so you know, it feels like I’m not going anywhere, but I’m committed to the journey of nowhere. It’s become a bit disappointing to see the same sights over and over again. I feel adrift; the ship keeps moving but my energy is depleted and I have lost my enthusiasm. Maybe I’ve spent too long in space. Maybe I have to stop looking for new frontiers. It was s

In my childhood bedroom I used to think there was a secret door hidden in my closet. I would sometimes have to check, that’s how certain I was that it existed. The secret door opened to a bedroom similar to my own, but it was less ornate and simple, and best of all secret. That room still exits for me today. It was never in my closet, but deep inside me. I used to think there was a doorway to another dimension at the bottom of a swimming pool. That thought came from a most ex