We’ve been blessed lately by a spate of sunny days that make it hard to remember what I was complaining about a month ago. (There’s a lesson in there somewhere.) Things are changing color, trees display their first tentative buds. The days quietly stretch out, waking from winter slumber. The world feels full of possibilities, hope, renewal. The city might burst into song like a … Continue reading life lately:inching towards spring
This is something I’ve learned: like getting dressed in the morning, like putting on mascara for another day spent indoors, doing the dishes is an act of hope. Continue reading the joy of quarantine cooking
In France, we’ve been observing le confinement for over five weeks. The first few days felt pre-apocalyptic in their uncertainty, with raided stores and raging rumors. We added a few bags of potatoes and the ubiquitous dried beans to our already well-stocked pantry. Uneasy, we wondered if we needed more–crates of bottled water, a tank full of gas. The whiff of survivalism seems silly now. Those … Continue reading balcony, equality, fraternity
It fascinates me, how different our stories will be. I chose this cross-cultural life that she inherited. I wonder what kind of marks a place leaves on a person, if the rural-ness of my upbringing forever differentiates me in some way. I wonder if Clara, too, will crave to make a home somewhere far away, or if she’ll feel right at home where she is. Continue reading it takes a city
I like my hair to submit to MY will, not the other way around. Continue reading act in haste, repent at leisure: a cautionary tale in four haircuts
Croissants & Conjugations 