Noelle Anderson

Tonight I sat down to write this really great post about this great idea that I had while mowing the lawn. Man, it was going to kill.  It had this mix of satire and farce that felt the way a good, holiday quality toasted Chex Mix tastes – deep, satisfying, and

Now that I’m a big time writer with a blog, I am in the middle of one of those mornings where I’m sipping a contemplative mug of coffee, with my house hoodie (the cardigan of my generation) wrapped around my shoulders, thinking about how much my dog fucking

I woke up today, determined to write. I wanted to be sure that I didn’t let another day go by trying to feel up the hole with affirmations of “oh, I’ll get back to it tomorrow.” No. Not doing that anymore. The feeling of resistance has been so

The world is telling us something right now.  It’s an ugly, terrifying truth that has become prevalent faster than, I think, we have come to realize it as a society.  Oh, we’ve had harbingers of this truth before, but just like Cassandra of Troy, their cries of danger

Today I performed for the first time in four months. It was a wedding gig my best friend put me on with his band. When you live and die by scripts and cues, the gig life is such an uncomfortable release. I kept pestering my buddy for information about the

I hate being wrong. Yes, I know.  You don’t either.  No one wants to be wrong,  which is weird that the idea has evolved into an aphorism, even as aphorisms go.  It’s so obvious that it doesn’t even deserve to be a cliche. But really tho, it

Today we started to take Noelle’s dreadlocks down. It’s a tedious, fantastic task to pull hundreds of thousands of hairs apart, fibers that have been bound together for almost eight years. It takes some moisture, more conditioner, and even more patience. Locks aren’t supposed to be removed.

This in another one of those posts that aren’t really about anything, but I feel better and better typing it as I go along. I have to write today. I mean, I came up with some GREAT topics, but there still on that desktop sticky app. I don’t