of mums

I’m not British. But when I was 12 and at the height of my Jane Austen phase (which has yet to fully pass), I memorized Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 in a BBC accent and… Continue reading →

of Kinfolk

Sit down, quiet yourself, and watch this all the way through. (Don’t worry, it’s short!) Are you as moved as I am? I am so grateful for flashes of kindredness like this that… Continue reading →

of TGIF tunes: Regina Spektor

My girl Regina is dropping a new record this month! She’s always entranced me with her quirky lyrics, classical piano training, and unexpected chord progressions that translate into catchy, weird songs. I humbly… Continue reading →

of the furtive nap

There is a house, a napping house, where everyone is sleeping. In this hilarious book from my childhood, “everyone” is a snoring granny, a dreaming child, a dozing dog, a snoozing cat, a… Continue reading →

of the day after

I wake up, zombie-walk into the kitchen, and stare out at that shiny warm stuff we haven’t seen since 2011. Sunlight, is it really you? A little sustenance to pull us into the… Continue reading →