The Feed

When the movers load the last box onto the truck and you are left at the edge of it all, stand in your empty apartment and sing. Let the...

My therapist said Where would you like to start? I thought to myself, where does one begin? We could start with how beautiful it all is,...

I woke up praying today, the words already on my lips. Some days are like that. The holiness of it all finds me before my feet find the...

What about the speed of honey? If we moved at a glacially slow pace, would our days be sweeter? Would we lay on the floor, turn our faces...

I have to remind you to look at the camera because you’re always looking at me. Has there ever been a sweeter love? Here’s my heart, ooey...

sun drenched, coffee stained, just as holy as the first one. Here’s a new morning for our bleary eyes, for our hopeful hearts, for the...

Every night we sit on the couch. Your arm around my shoulders, my knees pulled towards my chest. We eat dinner. We talk about the day....

We take turns being chaos and control. Someone’s gotta keep the fire burning and someone’s gotta sing that Celine Dion ballad at top...

You only need one in the city - one friend who says text me when you get home, who remembers your brother’s name, who knows the way you...

I’d like to buy a fig tree for the living room, a cardigan for the plane, new prints for the walls We’ve talked about buying herbs for...

We’re approaching a new season. Like children with a firefly cupped in our hands we hold onto summer’s warmth, carrying it with us as we...

The best part about New York is the bagels / the sunset between the avenues / bodega cats / the couples that walk through the park...

Some days are breadcrumb days- the kind of days where you wake up and say, “God, please lean a little closer in a not so subtle way...

We are sun-kissed, one part salt water, one part watermelon juice running down our chins. At dusk the clouds look like they have...

There’s enough time for one more kiss for caramelized onions on low heat, for handwritten I’m just thinking of you cards. There’s enough...

Lighting Bugs You caught a lightning bug in your hand gently, slowly, more like a landing ramp than a trap. You held it to me as if to...

For dinner to be ready, for the end of body shaming, for summer thunderstorms, for the peaches to ripen, for you to call me back, for a...

with the daughter in the bucket hat and the son hanging off your leg, you deserve a medal. You deserve days off and jewels in your crown....

You did such a good job opening up! That’s what I say to the flowers. You did such a good job looking up, turning towards the sun,...

Because of course we need more light. War is one long night. Of course we need slower sunsets and golden hour. We need the sun’s warmth...