“This abundance of berries feels like a pure gift from the land. I have not earned, paid for, nor labored for them. There is no mathematics of worthiness that reckons I deserve them in…
Everything’s cuter in miniature. Kids know it. Toy manufacturers know it. Parents begging their children to walk past the quarter-eating bodega vending machines stuffed with bouncy balls and adjustable rings and tiny dinosaurs know…
I’m thinking about gatherings of people, and of dresses, and of things we might hold tight as the days get shorter and the nights get longer. Here’s a quick daydream for a cocoon of…
1. this hot water bottle. 2. this corner free from its tower of books. 3. this couch on a different wall. 4. this pendulous bag o’ quince. 5. this old hat and the kid…
This post includes affiliate links from Artifact Uprising which means Reading My Tea Leaves might earn a small commission on the goods purchased through those links. It’s getting to be that time of year when…
1. matte-paged catalogs for cutting up. 2. perfect grasses (and sphere). 3. wrangled fabric scraps. 4. templates ready for gift season. 5. notebooks and scrap paper, always. other things: dumpy owl. just this daily…
I made a dog bed for my children. This was not my intention at the onset, but it is what I ended up with and I’m not complaining. A puppy is a puppy is…
I’ve been listening lately, to the voices of my children recounting their school days and to the protestations of my lower back when I forget to do my exercises and to the leaves that…
1. this denim. 2. this candle. 3. these hops. 4. this alphabet. 5. this serum. other things: life in objects. productive rage. (related!) renovating rentals. climate cabinet. have a gentle day. a sweet embrace.…
There’s a part of me that can’t quite square the fact that I’m writing to encourage anyone to hand stitch their own hankies with the realities of my own daily life. When there are…