In memory of Sarah Everard
We are uneasy, living in such mundane luxury as this: The privilege of stasis, waiting on the last to die like the first-born sons of Egypt while we at home watch dust build over dust, ashes to ashes. We, rich – for now – in hygiene and health know not the pain of that final…
Allowing Myself to Recalibrate
I’ve reached out to chat with friends who each have a wonderful story to tell.
A New Dawn
Last year gave me a new sense of gratitude, and a desire not to take those smaller moments for granted.