Food Is Love and Other Confessions
I am, occasionally, a cliché. I’m Italian-American. Holidays always revolve around food. And if I like you in some way, I will try to feed you in some way....
Joy Is Rebellion
In the wake of the election, I am grieving. And I am tired. And yet, life continues on. The bills don’t pay themselves. The food won’t cook itself, no matter...
How We Are Surviving This--Again
One breath at a time— one small joy gathered with the others, a bulwark against the dark, a reminder that starlight comes in many forms, but it will always...
All Hallows' Eve
It’s Halloween, and I am thinking on magic. Not spells or potions. Not floor washes or carved candles. But the ordinary magic, the easy incantations of...
What Matters
The other day, one of my dearest friends and I remarked that we haven’t gotten to hang out yet. We’ve been friends for 10+ years. (We're plotting something...
Caring and Vampire Moments
I’ve said this before, but I’m either the bravest person you’ve ever met or a vampire—you must explicitly invite me in, or I will assume I’m...
The Tenor of Warmth
“Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack in everythingThat's how the light gets in.”― Leonard Cohen Thinking today on...
Both Moon and Lighthouse
This morning, the weather seems to have turned. I put a soft robe on over my clothing to dash outside to pet the neighbor’s cat, who was waiting on the back...
Again and Again and Again
Be good to people. Not superficially. Not looking for some eventual return. Just for the sake of being good to people. Because while things are a...
On Love*
I want to tell you about love—how it doesn’t know time or distance. It simply is, despite all the reasons why not. Despite all the odds and the obstacles....
On Grief: From Root to Sky
Grief is a complicated monster and mirror. It is a wild thing you cannot tame and yet, you make small progress with time, bit by bit. It’ll always have...
Reply Hazy, Try Again Later
I hit a wall the other day. A friend asked me a simple question: “Do you want to do X?” And my brain simply went, **R2D2 noises**. Loudly. Followed by a...
Stay
Tell me something beautiful. Let it be the soft fog on an early morning, where the world seems to vanish. The particular quiet, a cousin to snow-silence....
Detours
I used to be really bad at detours. I mean literal detours—when the road I’m supposed to take is closed, and I have to venture off into the unknown. Even...
AI Has No Empathy
I read this headline about AI in end-of-life care. Can it make those decisions easier? After my initial horror, I sat with the question for a while, looking...
Little Beacons
Yesterday, I stumbled across this, and it resonated with me: So I wrote this: I cross my 7s, because someone I loved wrote them that way. I take my coffee...
Show Me Your Fucking Heart
The other day, I wrote this: Life’s short. We are all often aching in one way or another. Send the text. Share the photo. Make a gesture. Love without...
Who I Am
Tell people how you feel. Today, this stopped me in my tracks for a moment. I think it’s one of the most important things we can do in this life. Scary? Yes....
Softness
I value being let in, leaned on, trusted. There are people I no longer speak to whose secrets I will always keep, no matter what. Because my...
Getting Home Safely
What I know of care is this: It is an active thing, never passive. The same can be said for love, but that’s a topic for another day. I’m very much a “text...