Neighbors of ours lent us the key to their back garden. Four flights down and half a block over, I make our way down a corridor, across their spotless kitchen, and out the screen…
1. this little pile. {and also long-enough naps.} 2. these cheerful fellows. {even the dried up ones.} 3. these buttons. {and summer.} 4. this tea cup. {and treasured petals.} 5. these precious tools. {and…
We’ve had a cardboard banker’s box full of compost underneath our couch for the past month. A few times a day, or any time we add fresh scraps, we turn the rich dark brown…
1. this hand-me-down bonnet. {for being already almost too small, but not quite.} 2. this bathing suit hung to dry. {and the borrowed car and the empty beach.} 3. this morning project {and the…
I’ve been thinking relentlessly, maybe obsessively, about the concept of protection; questioning who gets protected, what gets protected, and especially who folks rely on to do the protecting for them? Police? Policy? What’s protection…
Last summer, when I learned very much to my surprise that I was pregnant, I settled myself into the reality by diving into books about motherhood and parenting. Some of what I read, I’d…
1. this morning sunshine. {on pillows.} 2. these green plants. {on a clean windowsill (clean window TBA).} 3. this newly washed pile. {of freshly puckered gauze.} 4. this work of non-fiction. {and the almost-end…
This weekend I harvested the shoots from the microgreens that I planted three weeks ago; tiny seeds sown in a windowsill garden when George Floyd could still breathe. I was more patient with these…
In the midst of a global pandemic that has disproportionately impacted people of color and Black people in particular, protests of police brutality across the country are being met by still more state-sanctioned intimidation…
1. these sparkles. {on these grubby fingers and everyone else’s, per the birthday kid’s request.} 2. this lock. {because it’s on the closet door now and not the bedroom door and everything’s suddenly much…