Go well

I have walked into the grief. I have walked into brave space, mine and others’. I have sat in … More

Tired, but

I am tired. Though I write from a place of privilege and of safety, I am tired. Tired of feeling … More

My concentration has not been all that it might have been recently. Loved ones are suffering. Some with this thing, … More

I started a bit of a thing for Max Richter a while ago. Then gave up. Last autumn I came … More

Another Loss to Stop For Against such cold and mercurial mornings, watch the wind whirl one leaf across … More