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.
Notes on reading, living slowly, and paying attention.
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.
Not a system. A few small things I reach for on the days everything feels slightly too heavy, most of which I manage about half the time.
I write to one person, mostly, and slowly. The reply that took three weeks says something a fast one can't, and I've decided the delay is part of the affection.
There's a version of me nobody sees, and she's almost always in something soft. The private wardrobe turns out to be more honest than anything I'd pick for an occasion.
A friend offered to help me turn this blog into something bigger. I said no. I want a small life and I've stopped being embarrassed about wanting it.