In regard to 2021
In regard to 2021, I’m mostly looking toward its months with hope. I hope for surprises. I hope to be surprised in 2021. That’s it. That’s…
Being okay
“Do I contradict myself?Very well then I contradict myself,(I am large, I contain multitudes.)” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass My mom wore the pastel purple scarf I…
Being loved well
Near the end of my wedding reception, I was walking away from the stage towards the back of the room. It was like most wedding receptions;…
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…
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…
A message from the robin perched outside my window
For the full effect, press play on this. Then, let it play while you return to read the words below. Over the weekend, John and I…
