It’s so far a pretty quiet week which is very welcome, though that gives me more space to be sad …
I’ve just had so little interest in what’s not important to me, and so little patience or energy to equivocate.
Summer, friendship, a childhood memory. And the new wave of uprisings.
On sharing central pieces of our identity.
Lesson from my self-defense class: when faced with a threat, you use your voice.
On change and on grief, both collective and personal.
A moment in history.