Every Friday I’ll publish something on the lighter side to get the weekend started right – slothy, funny or cocktail-y – and list the previous days’ posts in case you missed them and feel like some weekend boosting.
When first I saw you I was 21 and blissful. You were spewing lava: slow drools of red through the black night under a cold
Fantasy me drinks tea. She gazes out of a rain-spattered window as she savors every herbal sip and smiles indulgently at her daughter who is
I believe that stories, especially true ones, can save us from just about anything. This year, I’m going to try to acquire more stories: to save more of my dollars for artists whose names and backgrounds I actually learn.
It’s a famous phrase that’s often used as a rallying cry – but maybe it can also be a prayer.
After two difficult years, I decided to launch a lifeline for myself, a daily search for hope. I’m not talking sugary sweetness. I’m talking artists and leaders and journalists and community leaders who are right in the thick of it with the rest of us, grappling with grief and fear and injustice and coming up with something beautiful as a result.