There’s a mouse, or something else alive, scrabbling around our living room wall. It’s almost a comfort at this point—though I wouldn’t want to meet it—that this unseen tiny neighbor is keeping warm after…
I am writing this from a patch of sunlight in our apartment. I’m no good at waiting, but the sunshine is helping and so, embarrassingly, is the insipid sticky note I smacked on the…
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.…
1. these wax markers. {for being so! great.} 2. this new shade for our night light. {for being just the little change we needed.} 3. this jar of baking soda. {freshly filled up.} 4.…
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…
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…
I’m very much looking forward to the day when it’s not just me and my immediate family sitting around our table. Scratch that, and forgive me, but I can’t wait to sit around the…
Time and its passing have become even more strange and amorphous than they are in the best of circumstances. It was only just the middle of winter and somehow we find ourselves nearly to…
1. these food scraps. {an attempt to grow something new.} 2. this list. {an attempt at remembering to eat all the fresh stuff.} 3. this gravel. {an attempt at treasure collecting.} 4. these elastics.…
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,…