Joy in One Hand & Sorrow in the Other
Grief docks in your life like a sail in a harbor.
Grief docks in your life like a sail in a harbor.
If I lived alone, my apartment would probably look destitute.
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.
Twin bed with ancient plastic tubs holding who knows what underneath (1)
Ancient plastic tubs holding who knows what (3)
James Bond never would have been allowed to look like this, depressed and wallowing in his pain.
Most of the time, we’re just readers with admin permissions.
There’s a reason New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day are holidays.
Our teachers are each other.
If this computer had history from my childhood, there’s no way this wouldn’t be Lego.com.
Living in the shadows of 14,000 foot peaks, the mountains offered ample lectures on living with limited light.