wellness

  • temp check.

    We’re at my mom and dad’s. It’s hot here. The sticky, buzzy kind of summer heat that makes the dirt basement of my parents’ house bloom and fill the floor above with an olfactory…

    July 14, 2020 35 Comments
  • tiny garden: harvest.

    This weekend I harvested the shoots from the microgreens that I planted three weeks ago; tiny seeds sown in a windowsill garden when George Floyd could still breathe. I was more patient with these…

    June 8, 2020 7 Comments
  • temp check.

    It’s been two months since my first temperature check. How are you feeling? I needed a reset this week. Monday was a holiday and on Tuesday I took the day to celebrate Faye’s birthday.…

    May 27, 2020 20 Comments
  • tiny garden: kitchen scrap gardens.

    I was too quick to dismiss the ubiquitous kitchen scrap gardens I’ve seen growing. With some amount of sheepishness, I admit that being urged to grow fresh celery from a spent bunch by every…

    May 19, 2020 9 Comments
  • street trees.

    The first time that I walked outside of our apartment after spending nearly three weeks inside, it was after dark. The moon was full, which I didn’t know until I’d marveled at the white…

    April 22, 2020 15 Comments
  • habit shift: busy hands.

    I know I’m not alone in my panic scrolling, but I’ve been actively trying to break myself of the habit that has me neglecting my already compromised work—or, worse, sullying a rare minute of…

    April 6, 2020 12 Comments
  • temp check.

    I’ve been sending temp checks to my family and friends all week, wanting to know how everyone’s faring in terms of the virus itself, but also more generally. What’s the mood? What are the…

    March 30, 2020 50 Comments
  • make your own: face mask.

    a fabric face mask by holler & squall A blogger offering a make-your-own-face-mask tutorial during a pandemic sounds like some kind of morbid April Fool’s joke. Imagine: One of the wealthiest countries in the…

    March 25, 2020 17 Comments
  • habit shift: social distancing.

    Calder is officially one month old. She’s smack in the middle of the sleepy newborn stage, all snorts and stretches and very tiny yawns. She snoozes on our bellies in the daytime like a…

    March 16, 2020 30 Comments
  • make-believe: newborn bliss.

    Reality of life with a newborn looks different for every single child and caregiver, and it shifts and changes a hundred times a day depending on the minute or the mood or the moon.…

    January 27, 2020 34 Comments