I Voted for Quiet Music
We are perched side by side on an upper landing in this barn, floating in the resonant space of music we have never heard so close, have never heard unmediated, have never heard in four-part harmony.
Buckets, Biscuits, and Benders: A Hockey Skater’s Guide to Skating This Winter
You get the lumber laid on you, you get a face wash, you end up in a yard sale—you keep playing.
Starting Off “Right”
There’s no escaping a year; we’re in it for the whole, well, year.
Master of None
What if our words were less like swords (sharpened, polished) and more like textiles—equally demanding to make, but designed to warm rather than to wound?
The Children’s Autonomy Paradox
It asks the question: why must beautiful and capable children be constrained by the law of incompetent guardians?
Joy in One Hand & Sorrow in the Other
Grief docks in your life like a sail in a harbor.
Santa Hat on a Tree, Nails in the Walls
If I lived alone, my apartment would probably look destitute.
Joy to the World Anyway
Both spaces have shown me the need for traditions that bring us back to joy, especially when the night is dark and the howling, frigid wind finds its way through every single-paned window and every batten board of the barn.
My Childhood Bedroom: An Inventory
Twin bed with ancient plastic tubs holding who knows what underneath (1)
Ancient plastic tubs holding who knows what (3)
Pop COVID’s First Wave
James Bond never would have been allowed to look like this, depressed and wallowing in his pain.
