Envy when we don’t know what we want
An illustration of geese makes me slow my haphazard flipping. On the next page, the italicized words are what make me park: “May I love those…
Not so obvious beauty
Her face was redder than mine. More wrinkly too. She was older, that’s why. I probably noticed it only because in recent months I’ve been watching…
002: Books on my nightstand
I listened to an episode from the podcast, “What Should I Read Next?” for the first time about a month ago. I was shocked that the…
Going fast, narrow lens, listening
I locked the keys in my car a few weeks ago in the grocery store parking lot. It was especially unfortunate because I don’t know how…
Dear reader,
My hand hurts. My right hand, my writing hand. It hurts because I’ve been tap, tap, tapping and scrolling and rewriting for a big project due…
With our whole body
In the letters I wrote this week, I felt an awareness of the whole body. I wrote letters to mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, aunts,…
Beauty gets us through
When John came home last Friday night, we immediately scarfed down dinner and then went for an hour and a half walk with the packs. He’s…
The real MVP of working from home
The real MVP of working from home goes by many names: Mauve Moment, Street Cred, Certainly Red, and many more. From here on out, I’ll be…
Aiming for becoming (& a comfy chair)
A few weeks ago, before all the craziness that is COVID-19, I cornered the man I love most in the world and word vomited on him:…
001: Books on my nightstand
The other night I looked over at my nightstand and laughed. It was basically overflowing with books—some finished, some not yet started, some paused in the…
