I didn’t expect London to feel familiar. But I suppose love has a way of softening even the sharpest new corners.
Read MoreField Note: On Crossing Oceans (and Looking Back)
in NOTEBOOK
Liminal Tale: The Mirror at the End
in FICTION
I’ve been doing this same walk for years. Or at least it feels like it. I have the entire route down to a science. I know exactly how long it takes to complete. Two hours and twenty-five minutes. No more, no less. If I deviate from this, I won’t know who I am.
Read MoreMargin Note: Writing Outside the Lines
in READING
A short entry from my reading life—a few notes, thoughts, and feelings stirred up by recent books.
Read MoreField Note: On Moving (and Staying)
in NOTEBOOK
Do I really need all this junk? Could I learn to live more simply? Can I let things go? If you let yourself sit with those questions long enough, you start to uncover something else entirely.
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