Chelsey HudsonA Starry Night in New York CityI have loved Vincent Van Gogh since I was young. I can’t make up my mind about a lot of things, but my favorite painting? Always, with no…Feb 13, 2017Feb 13, 2017
Chelsey Hudson#Semi-colonSince I was a teenager, I have been trying on tattoos, simple and elaborate, drawing them on my arms and feet with different colored…Jul 17, 2016Jul 17, 2016
Chelsey HudsonWading in the DepthsToday was an incredibly weird day of ups and downs. One minute I was ready to throw in the towel, so to speak; the next minute I was…Jul 15, 2016Jul 15, 2016
Chelsey HudsonRemembering that Inga GirlShe was a sweet, sassy German woman with fiery, red hair that had turned a bit gray in the days that I knew her.Jun 30, 2016Jun 30, 2016
Chelsey HudsonThe StoopYesterday, as I began my descent of the last three concrete steps of my apartment building, I had a thought. An inspired thought, it…May 15, 2016May 15, 2016
Chelsey HudsonThe Tides of MenThey’re arguing again; I can hear them through the walls. I wonder how this one will end. The last one was a slammed door that shook the…May 15, 2016May 15, 2016
Chelsey HudsonThrough your daughter’s eyesThey say when you recall memories, you start to lose the clarity of the memory. The more you think about it, the more it fades into a…Feb 26, 20161Feb 26, 20161