my week in objects (mostly).

November 20, 2020

1. this soap.

{for smelling so good and for matching the bathroom.}

2. these candle nubs.

{and burning them.}

3. this happy accident.

{that maybe wasn’t an accident at all.}

4. these reeds.

{and the memory of my wishful thinking i might actually make a basket sometime soon.}

5. this drawing.

{because if i told you why i’d cry.}

other things:

you’re wrong about

progress angers people, but change is not the problem. the rage and resentment are.

it’s not their passion, it’s not their source of identity — it’s just a necessity.

testing alone isn’t enough.

hoping for cozy.


that he should die without touch felt intolerable, a punishment for a man who didn’t deserve one.

on behalf of the futures of millions of nonspecific little women.

menu, sorted.

gentle, colorful animated films, curious animals and adventurous kids.

join me!


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  • Reply Sophia November 20, 2020 at 1:21 pm

    Oh, so excited for the BAMkids film fest. Just bought our tickets.

    • Reply ERIN BOYLE November 20, 2020 at 1:52 pm

      Yay! We’ll be watching “with” you!

    • Reply C November 21, 2020 at 12:54 am

      Curious about BAM. Looks awesome but what’s the age range. How do the kiddos like moving so quickly from story to story?

  • Reply SB November 21, 2020 at 1:26 pm

    When the world news (and the US news in particular) leaves me weary, but I don’t want to turn away, I turn to your blog. I am constantly grateful for the uplifting hand-offered forward that you give. It matters. There’s a cloud over our little farmhouse here in the western appalachian mountains. It can be hard to be: southern, queer, & female with a mighty heart for justice in a rural farming community. It can be hard to strive forward and watch your neighbors vote for people who do them more harm but that old seductive friend: the feeling of superiority that is growing resentful towards “the other” some, well not good, but strength. When the compassionate majority is gerrymandered, antiquatedly unimportant due to the electoral college, and voter suppressed, it can feel lonely. It isolates like intended. It creates rifts in family and sad tired hearts. And I come here. I find something that can lift me up and also propel me forward. I know what you do takes a lot of energy, effort, and I’m sure some gnashing of teeth and I just wanted to thank you. And ask you to carry on.

  • Reply milo November 23, 2020 at 9:26 am

    Congratulations on the NYT article! I hope the new place is a good home for your family!

  • Reply Rita Martins November 25, 2020 at 7:41 pm

    When we will know the story behind the drawing?

    • Reply ERIN BOYLE November 25, 2020 at 7:47 pm

      gotta keep some things close!


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