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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
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 goes by many names: Mauve Moment, Street Cred, Certainly Red, and many more. From here on out, I’ll be…
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:…
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…