The Society of Split Minds

Maybe this is a sign I’m turning into my father as I age, but I’ve really embraced the art of reading in the loo.

Delights

This morning I woke suddenly in the dark, startled by something toppling in a gust of wind, and decided to get up. I very rarely regret being up before the sun. It’s something my dad taught me to love, waking early to wash the previous night’s dishes or listen to Satie at the kitchen table. … Continue reading Delights