Ramble #28

I’m barely managing to do my own work, which means I have no time for the work around the work—the work about the work.

Brace, Ebb, Theft

When I make light of this season—either because I’m afraid of it, or embarrassed that it’s happening to me, or something else—I rob myself of the chance to feel my way through into whatever comes next.

An Archive of Reckless Touch

“Archives cannot actually let us touch the past; they can only leave us with inchoate fragments with which we build new stories.”

Heroics (Addendum)

I’m becoming increasingly wary of any label that obscures our reliance on one another and denies us our wholeness as human beings.

Ramble #27.2

A Ramble about what to do when there is nothing to be done.

Right of Way

I got unexpectedly emotional driving home from my COVID test tonight when a line of cars (myself among them) pulled over to let two blaring firetrucks barrel past on their way to make someone’s Very Bad Day less worse. There it was! An immediate, unspoken acknowledgement that there are more important things going on right … Continue reading Right of Way