Author Archives: genesiseve

I brought my book with me to the restaurant and ordered a veggie omelet. This was a first date and I never really get my hopes up for first meetings. I felt pretty because, well, because lately, I just feel pretty. When he walked in, I almost gasped. I definitely let my face slide intoContinue reading “Anticipation”

Tonight I met Neylane McBaine. She was speaking at a Fireside at a chapel in Salt Lake City. Her mother is Ariel Bybee–the famous opera singer. Before I move onto Nyla’s subject–I must describe my meeting with her mother. I was sitting one person away from her. I thought to myself, someone on this rowContinue reading “Two Brilliant Blogs”

I’ve been up to a lot since coming back to Utah. I haven’t really blogged much lately though. My life has gone from working about 20 hours a week and making more money than I ever have–to working every day–on my feet all day–for a bit less. I am reminded that the more money youContinue reading “What I’ve Been Up To”

I’ve found a new song that I love very much. Tomorrow I’ll listen to the rest of the album, but right now I’m just playing this song over and over again. Because as I mentioned before, I love it. Very much. Middle Cyclone by Neko Case Here are the lyrics– Baby, why’m I worried now,didContinue reading “Neko Case, Middle Cyclone”

THE FINAL INSTALLMENT. . . As a woman born after or rather, in the throes of the women’s rights movement, I have searched for a means to identify my own unique feminine power. In the 1980s, too many people defined power as a purely masculine energy. Women wore the shoulder pads and forged ahead, accommodatingContinue reading “Some Writing–Part 3”

And the story continues . . . The first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t angry. I was just empty. I wasn’t ready to embrace any kind of overt joy, but whereas before my heart had been swollen with anger, confusion, pride, and regret—now I was empty and open. I had no intention ofContinue reading “Some Writing–Part 2”

“”> Here’s some writing I finished up a few weeks ago. My finger was the size of a small breakfast sausage. I know this because Sunday morning, I had sausage with my family. Three pieces. My finger resembled a sausage. It itched like crazy and I thought my skin would explode. I had this insaneContinue reading “Some Writing–Part 1”