Life, motherhood, existential crisis. Oh, and moving from Hollywood to the farm. That too.
From the category archives:
It occurred to me this morning as I waited for the kettle to boil, that my life here is much smaller, or perhaps, narrower, than the one I had in Los Angeles. But I mean this as a compliment. Here, I more often know the sources of the objects I interact with, the things I [...]
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The funny thing is, I don’t have specific nostalgia for my first love (sorry, James–but I’m sure you feel the same!) but rather for the feeling that kind of love engendered at the time. Thanks to the Writer’s Almanac, of course, for both of these. I love my daily dose of poetry.
Everything We Do
by Peter [...]
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The Wordsworth Effect
by Joyce Sutphen
Is when you return to a place
and it’s not nearly as amazing
as you once thought it was,
or when you remember how you felt
about something (or someone) but you know
you’ll never feel that way again.
It’s when you notice someone has turned
down the volume, and you realize
it was you; when you have the
suspicion [...]
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