The Cursor
The cursor is many things: a megaphone, a friend who listens, that space deep inside you. It meets the blank page: where you ignite, and change, and feel your power. A tool to share your joy: your...
View ArticleWhat You Don’t See
If you follow me on Instagram, from the photos of my home and garden you’d think my life while sheltering in place has been pretty chill and stress-free. After reading a NYT parenting article on the...
View ArticleiGoodbye
I keep thinking about a recent essay in Popula by Danuta Hinc, “Beneath the Black Rocks,” where she writes about her mother’s death — and how she just left. I think of the underground mountain, how it...
View ArticleTwitter, Blogging, Sparks, Connections
The other day I tweaked the homepage of this site. The complex years-long relationship I have with this site means that I feel weird, anxious even, to call it what it is—a blog—but it is a blog and has...
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