I’m writing this post primarily as a form of public accountability, but also to come clean about something. You see, Jonathan recently told me he’d committed to a personal challenge and asked if I’d like to take part…
Continue reading ➞ A ‘Neglected Book Challenge’ For Wannabe Readers
It’s Wednesday and I haven’t spent more than one waking minute not thinking about what is happening with innocent children and their parents on the US-Mexico border…
A poem on womanhood as an inherent and inevitable act of revolution.
“The Trees” by Adrienne Rich
The trees inside are moving out into the forest,
the forest that was empty all these days
where no bird could sit
no insect hide
no sun bury its feet in shadow
the forest that was empty all these nights
will be full of trees by morning.
All night the roots work
to disengage themselves from the cracks
in the veranda floor.
The leaves strain toward the glass
small twigs stiff with exertion
long-cramped boughs shuffling under the roof
like newly discharged patients
half-dazed, moving
to the clinic doors.
I sit inside, doors open to the veranda
writing long letters
in which I scarcely mention the departure
of the forest from the house.
The night is fresh, the whole moon shines
in a sky still open
the smell of leaves and lichen
still reaches like a voice into the rooms.
My head is full of whispers
which tomorrow will be silent.
Listen. The glass is breaking.
The trees are stumbling forward
into the night. Winds rush to meet them.
The moon is broken like a mirror,
its pieces flash now in the crown
of the tallest oak.
Psst… Want to read more of my favorite poems? Right this way.
(Photo by Diana Davies via The New York Public Library)
This post was originally scheduled to go up yesterday, but I pulled it to write a few more thoughts. Then last night, Jonathan told me physicist Stephen Hawking — at the age of 76 — passed away…
Holy cow, kids — have you seen Black Panther yet? I know it just came out a week ago, but given the record-breaking advance tickets sales and explosive opening weekend box office resulting in the biggest February opening for any film of all time, chances are fairly high you did…
On Wednesday, at least 17 people — children and adults — were gunned down at a high school in Parkland, Florida. The perpetrator was one man who, it should come as no surprise to mention, was carrying a AR-15-style assault rifle and massive quantities of ammunition.
I don’t know what else to say at this point. I’m heartbroken, but mostly — I’m really fucking mad.
Are you planning on tuning in to the Winter Olympics in Pyeongchang, South Korea? The big opening ceremony takes place in the wee hours of the morning tomorrow (3 a.m. PT!), but the games officially kicked off last night with it’s first event.
You may be surprised to know it is also my favorite overall event of the entire winter games…
After nearly a decade of collecting art — from prints to photography to original work — I’ve found myself left with hodge-podge of styles and subjects, made more complicated by the fact Jonathan and I don’t have the exact same affinity for artwork.
Reflected in the bunch seems to be the very uncertainty, immaturity, and inconsistency that dogged us both through the whole of our twenties: a time of impulse buys, constant moves, and less purposeful living…
The Oscar nominations for 2018 were announced this morning and I’m always super excited to wake up and check them out every year — whether I end up happy about the nominees or not.
Thanks to a more concerted effort and our recent subscription to MoviePass (an absolute steal; if you don’t have it and you like going to see movies, it’s a must-buy), we have already done really good this year of seeing the nominees, which makes me curious…
Continue reading ➞ Do You Try to See the Best Picture Nominees Before the Oscars?
Did you march this weekend? I sadly wasn’t able to be at one of the many Women’s Marches which took place in cities large and small on Saturday, but I’ve been completely absorbed in and inspired by the signs, speeches, sentiments, and strength of women and our allies being shared online.
What a difference a year makes…
