A rant about reading.
I am undone.
The Space They Left
Thoughts about my mother's side of the family.
I Am Starkly Aware Of The Dark
In this aptly self-centered post, I talk about my name.
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day?
Thoughts I have had while translating a novel.
Whatever shape my love takes, I am happy to give it.
Just something surreal.
Cold days are interesting.
What do people say when you lose someone you love?
I still think of this man fondly. Probably always will. Hope he's doing well.