My name is Bailey Ree Price. The first is a name from a TV show my parents watched in the 80’s. The last, from my father. And the middle is a family name dating back at least 4 generations, and also a misspelled prefix.

I don’t always love living. In fact, my default is generally the opposite. The world has always seemed too big and too small to me at the same time and I’ve never really known how to exist in the midst of it.

But what always seems to help me are words. And I feel like I owe something to them.

Words are simple and powerful, abused but piercingly lovely all at the same time. They are the thing we all have in common. The thing that tethers us to each other and to the world – to science and spirituality and strangers and suffering.

Words give flesh to the emotions and questions and hopes that live in our bones. And give us access to those tiny moments of intimacy in which someone else’s emotions or questions or hopes speak directly to ours and remind us that we are not alone.

I think they might be our best shot at loving to live. And I feel indebted to, responsible for, empowered by, and at the mercy of them. Every day. All the time.

So I created this space to somehow attempt to respond to all four.

Maybe it’s a bit audacious to try. But either way, I hope you will stay a while.

“If your commitment isn’t to truth, then you are in the wrong line of work. The poetics of silence still exist in America, but as writers I feel we have a responsibility to engage in history, in painful history, to be responsible witnesses to our own time. We are not separate; we are not an indulgent elite. We are not blind to suffering. We are, in fact, aware of our intimate relation to all other beings, and are thus accountable, deeply responsible. We must connect the personal with the political, the political with the spiritual. And though we can only work from our particular place, our given spot in the world, the particular can be a place of great power — the cry of the human heart and the yearning of the human spirit are, after all, universal.”  – Melissa Pritchard

 HPT logo designed by Amy Stone.(www.amyhstone.com)

2 thoughts on “About

  1. Dear Bailey, a young friend who follows your blog shared it with me this morning. I just wanted to say that from my perch as a 60-something, you may think your life is tiny but your words are far from it. It is in those quiet spaces you talked about that real joy happens. Keep writing as you will be a blessing to many!

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