I Will Keep It Safe
Yesterday, Andrea Gibson died. They were nothing short of brilliant—both as a poet and a person. And while I didn’t know them personally, their poetry has...
All I Know of Grief and Love
The heart circles back. It always does. Sometimes, slowly and sometimes not. But it does not stay rooted to one place, not really. Put like that, you could...
A Bird, a Plane, No--
Whew, boy. The everything sure is a lot, lately, innit? Sometimes, I pull cards, and the cards are like, “Baby, I know.” The vibe of the universe is...
The Heavy Things We Do Not Speak Of
Unsaid words can sometimes sit like stones, not in the stomach, but the heart. An unseen anvil that rattles with every breath. The other day, something small...
Plot Twists and Expectations
It’s easy to hold on to things too tightly because of feelings, be it deep love or fear. The natural inclination to hold tight to what has meaning to us—to...
Good Enough
Lately, everything feels like an indrawn breath. Things are poised. Moments are held. There is something just around the corner. Lately, it feels like...
Of Little Gestures and Lifeboats
Sometimes, lately, I’ve found myself frozen. There are things I should be doing—emails to send, messages to fling into the universe. Decisions and ordinary...
On Kindness
I, a person famously bad at asking for things, have had to ask people for things this week. And it has gone well. Like, I feel very lucky and grateful in a...
This Is Your Reminder to Breathe
I spent part of the morning reading over some old text messages I hadn’t looked at in years. It was an effort to explain myself to myself in a way that...
Small Joys and Good People
It’s been a weird week. Couple of weeks? Whatever. The weird is real. Today, it’s raining for what feels like the millionth day in a row. It’s the kind of...
Not Your Train Wreck*
The other day, I found out—entirely by accident—that someone who once meant a lot to me almost died. We don’t talk anymore for lots of reasons, and it’s one...
The living bird is not its labeled bones*
The truth, sometimes, is an interesting creature. You can arrange everything precisely. You can craft the story you want. You can find the correct words. You...
New York and Other Things
Last weekend, I had a truly magical time in NYC. I spent a few days with a dear friend, delightfully toddling after her cats, chatting over coffee, walking...
Sometimes, the Missing Gets Louder
I have had a lot of good news lately. Some I’ve shared. Some I haven’t yet. This morning, on the treadmill at unholy o’clock in the morning, I found out that...
Variation on a Theme
I am, at heart, a dork. A Golden Retriever of a human. A Muppet. I don’t do small feelings, and I find it easy to see the joy in everything. It’s not an act...
Bids for Connection
It’s easy to feel isolated and alone, sometimes. Life is messy. There’s a lot of noise. And yet, given the technology we have, it’s almost baffling how the...
Beauty in the Chaos
Today, I stepped outside because the little neighborhood was at the door, bellowing for me. He did his happy little chirping and then demanded to be held....
Piece by Piece
The simple truths should be said more. Of course, they’re not really simple when you examine them. I love seeing your name on my phone. You have the best...
The Power of the People
This week, Senator Cory Booker (Jersey, baby!) did something incredible. (Gift link: https://www.nytimes.com/2025/04/02/nyregion/cory-booker-speech-...
The Way We Sometimes Uproot Ourselves
Even when the tide of the past has ebbed, it still returns. Not as powerful as it once was, perhaps. But things don’t need to be powerful to be devastating....