My love and I are beset by our separate uncertainties, waiting on other people's commonsense. Or whim. Or mercy. He is off to work with the healthy snacks he will forget to eat between Zoom calls, doomed to turn slimy in their Ziplock tombs. I myself am at sea. … [Read more...] about Open Water, Late September
What I Love About the Cold
What I love most about the cold is almost nothing. At best it’s an excuse for turtlenecks and soup, a day spent indoors with a book. … [Read more...] about What I Love About the Cold
Best for Drowning
Of all the sweaty things I do for the sake of my heart and brain this one is the best for drowning. … [Read more...] about Best for Drowning
Everywhere, Twinkling
It makes no sense to be thinking of my Mum when I’m out on London’s gleaming streets, except that it is a city she loved and visited many times, even crashing for a while, if memory serves, in a South London squat with her most Bohemian friend. … [Read more...] about Everywhere, Twinkling
The Big Birthday
In the decades leading up to The Birthday, there are other birthdays. One at a campground in New Zealand — a gift of possum-fur nipple warmers that I lose before getting a chance to enjoy them. … [Read more...] about The Big Birthday
The Story Ends Because
We save the volcano for last, because— Because, because, because. … [Read more...] about The Story Ends Because