Back to School, for No One
Every September I want to buy a notebook and become a different person. The urge is twenty years out of school and going strong, and it always takes the form of wanting to buy the organisation rather than do it.
Writing
Notes on reading, living slowly, and paying attention.
A Fallow Stretch
Nothing has happened for about three weeks and I've decided to leave it that way. A fallow field isn't a failed one, and I'm trying to believe the same about a flat patch of a life.
Other People's Fireworks
The Fourth was loud the way it's loud every year, and I spent it indoors with a cat convinced the world was ending. I stayed home on purpose, and I'm trying to be honest about the smugness in that.
More Light Than I Asked For
I'm built for the dark and the lamp, and June hands me fourteen hours of daylight I don't know what to do with. Too much light makes me anxious, and I've never seen anyone else admit it.
On Keeping a Reading List
I used to finish a book and forget I'd read it. It took me an embarrassingly long time to start writing them down, and now I can't stop.