Slips: A Note on 4 Years Sober
It’s all beginnings and endings and sparkle and shadows around here.
Nebraska Triptych
Painted walls, a humid summer, and then a fridge floats by.
Curating
The diaries wanted to be encased in Jell-O. They wanted to be sliced up and turned into paper chains, so they could wrap themselves around a banister for an entire holiday season. They never wanted to stay flat. They wanted to do something else, be something else, before I threw them away in my 20s. …
An Ode to “Angel” and Taking Laughter Seriously
The sunshine is welcome if it decides to visit.
WFH
I don’t know what our home must look like from other people’s basement windows.
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