I realize it was relatively recently that I was daydreaming about having a do-nothing day, but my need for rest and quiet seem insatiable these days and I am very much ready to nap.…
James gave me an olive tree for Christmas. A peace offering, maybe. Or an assurance that despite the wreck of a year that we’ve had, we can care for something together and watch it…
The thing about glass doors is that you’re able to see through them. I mentioned yesterday that there are moments when the transparency is very lovely, but there are also moments that call for…
In advance of Election Day, a little encouragement to head to the polls: A bright red jumpsuit for feeling peppy over the course of a long day. A reminder to post en route to…
Our bags and our boxes are unpacked. Our furniture has been pushed and pulled into place. We’re ostensibly all moved in over here, but the truth is we’re still firmly in the neither here…
This weekend I celebrated a very dear friend‘s birthday with a balmy bike ride through Brooklyn. Sweat poured down my back and pooled in the crooks of my elbows but there was a breeze…
Yesterday was my thirty-sixth birthday, which was the perfect time to daydream about a quiet evening spent fancy-free in a city garden. The soundtrack would be all spinning sprinklers and clinking flatware and laughter…
Our indoor reality right now includes a lot of keeping small humans from mauling each other, making and cleaning up meals at an astonishing rate, and trying to find a quiet corner in 500…
As a child, my grandfather lived above an undertaker’s shop on West 25th Street. The building, like my grandfather, is no longer with us, but my uncle sent a photograph of it this week,…
We’re staying home, we’re staying masked, we’re staying far away from everyone we know (and also everyone we don’t) as we do our part to flatten the curve and slow the spread of the…