The time has come!

It’s been fun Clarity Posting with you, but as I have changed over the years I have been blogging, so should the platform, right?

Happy Native American Day!

There is something isolating about Columbus Day, particularly for Native American people. Today is a day where I feel personally conflicted: where to be myself makes me an outsider.

Ten Years Later: 9/11 from New York City

On this tenth anniversary of September 11th, I am here in the heart of the memorial: New York City. I wasn’t here on the day of the attack, but I’m grateful to be able to share this day with my fellow New Yorkers now.

Announcing chiarasottile.com

Today I am excited to announce that the very first version of my portfolio website site is up and published. I invite you to take a look and leave comments and critiques here.

Truths and Lies about NYC

As a California transplant in the Big Apple, there are just some truths and lies about this city–famed and defamed across the globe–that I would like to address.

Oh, so that’s why people blame the media.

I spent the evening of Sept.11 on Greenwich Street, a block south of the former World Trade Center Site, where hundreds of firefighters from across the five boroughs held a remembrance ceremony and celebration. That’s right: celebration. In addition to Sept. 11 being a day for them to remember the 343 firefighters that died that day, it’s also a time to honor the living. That basically translates to Guinness, whiskey, and boisterous bagpipes.

On the brink

These final few days before journalism school (J-School) begins are like the part of the river raft ride just before the waterfall. In my first ten days in New York, the force and momentum has risen to this crescendo. In a sense there has been so much change in this time that to draft a [...]

The Tulip Chronicles Part II: Two Green Thumbs Up!

In 1793 William Blake wrote in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell that: “to create a little flower is the labour of ages.”

The Tulip Chronicles Part I: A breakthrough!

In my adult life, I have never been in one place long enough to complete the four seasons, to experience the earth as it changes from one vantage point, or to nurture something to life over its natural and necessary course of time. The first growth from my tulip patch marks a departure from that unfortunate path.

The last day: tempora mutantur nos et mutamus in illis

My break-up and thank you letter to Rome.

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