The Feed

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,...

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...

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....