Wolfwatching*
leaving means letting go, but also letting in, and here, we are open doors, undone locks, a song of dreams lit long into the night, darling, we have both...
To Offer Hope, When Things Are Hard
Yesterday evening, I wrote this on Instagram: Here’s to the laughter and the heartbreak. The ones who rush in when others run. The old memories that burn...
On Boundaries
Something, this week, reminded me that I don’t like having my boundaries pushed. At all. It was hard red light that caught me by surprise—because the...
Bits and Bobs, Holiday Edition
Since the holidays are barrelling toward us at alarming speed (seriously, who hit fast-forward on the end of this year?), I have gathered a few small...
Time’s the Greatest Gift You Can Give
I’ve been musing on this, this morning. It’s almost midday as I write this, and I have been thinking on the importance of making space. Of listening. Of...
Because Holidays Can Be Tricksy, Like Hobbitses
Tomorrow is American Thanksgiving. And I am sitting here, drinking coffee with an eye mask on, before I start my cooking. The calm before the storm, etc. I...
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...