Subjective Joy

Subjective Joy

But I drove home after the interviews like a little sparrow. I was excited to get my hands in the dirt of the world, gracefully or not.

Missing Christmas Magic

Missing Christmas Magic

Where was the magic in saltines and Gatorade for dinner, in spiking fevers and loneliness? Where was the magic in canceled flights and missed wedding celebrations?

I Voted for Quiet Music

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.

Master of None

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?

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