Kinfolk Vol. 3

Good morning! After a tender, quiet weekend full of work and small moments: toast and bacon and good cappuccinos, cleaning out my closets and building blanket forts with Sprout on the bed, and many hours spent in my studio writing (my thesis), it is a new week has begun. And I’m excited to share that [...]

On loving someone for a while:

There is a slow magic to knowing someone for a while; to loving them for longer than a decade; to waking up beside them morning after morning. It isn’t an effortless thing, or something you just stumble into. Rather, it’s a thing of shared dreaming: Of taking each other’s hands, of walking side by side, [...]

Remembering my father:

I have to use the calculator to remember: he would have been 78 today, which means the inconceivable. He died ten years ago. None of this makes any sense as I rock back and forth in the mostly dark with Sprout on my chest. Bean, up in his bunk bed is humming along with me [...]

A Spirit Session With Thea Coughlin: the gift of being seen

I’ve been meaning to tell you since the leaves were falling and the grass was still waving waist high in the fields about Thea Coughlin, and the magic that happened when she took my picture. To start at the beginning–I needed an author photo. I thought a long time about how I wanted those photos [...]

On a walk after sunset

It’s cold out tonight. The kind of cold that makes me fold my arms around myself, feeling my pulse in my glove clad finger tips, as my breath floats up in the air around my head like a halo or a thought caption. My footsteps make loud sounds across the frozen ground as I follow [...]