The Sweetness of Slowing Down
I burned my toast this morning. It was a small, stupid mistake, the kind that happens when you are trying to do three things at once while the kettle whistles. I stood there scraping the black bits off into the sink, feeling that familiar,…
The Weight of Our Choices
I spent twenty minutes this morning trying to decide which pair of shoes to wear. It sounds silly, but I stood in my closet holding a pair of worn-out sneakers against a pair of heels I haven't touched in months. I kept thinking about who I…
The Weight of Waiting
Dear traveler, I have been thinking about the quiet violence of waiting. We spend so much of our lives standing in the gray, watching the sky for a sign that the storm has finally exhausted itself. We are taught that endurance is a virtue,…