hum.

  This weekend passed too quickly, a rush of good, happy people and guitar music and lots of food and drinks and a wedding that stretched into the night under a canopy of Christmas lights and photo booth portraits. S and I drove up on Friday afternoon, crawling our way through long-weekend traffic on the […]

glow.

In Mexico, at 16, I went on a night dive with my brother. The darkness made me disoriented. It was hard to keep a steady buoyancy. It was hard also not to panic—all that water and all that blackness, stretching out on either side of you like something physical, a tangible barrier, a weight. My […]

on remembering.

I don’t have a good memory. I mean—it doesn’t behave. But maybe I’m being too hard on myself. Maybe that’s typical of everyone’s memory. We forget the important moments. We forget the things we want to remember. We remember the things we’d give anything—anything—to forget. We remember the things we would scoop out of our brains […]