To be honest, I'm not even sure how to formulate comprehensive thoughts—much less show up for work meetings as if all was well, and that the first Monday of May was just Met Gala Monday—because my heart is heavy and I'm not sure if I want to cry or scream myself awake from what can't possibly be our ... Read More
Five Things (4.15.22)
1. Sweet, thoughtful gestures—like these birthday tulips from my dear friend, Dom. They're in the corner of my living room that catches the first glimpse of morning light; what a joy to wake up to this week. 2. This shade of purple. 3. A new indulgent ritual to punctuate the end of long workdays: ... Read More
A Very Good Year
A few years ago, I had a line from T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets tattooed down my leg. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever read—at the still point of the turning world—which completely consumed me then (and now, still). Perhaps it was because I craved stillness. I was chasing, always. Running ... Read More