The (middle school) kids are alright.

I’m just listening to the universe. And she’s in a dive bar bathroom.

Dear random sneaker on the high ledge - I see you. Good luck. You do you. Idk how you got there but keep kicking it.

I’ve had a disappointment. Not a great one. But big enough to see through. Enough to poke my finger in. See what this one feels like. To compare.

From a restaurant on a mountaintop in Switzerland last summer I took one leaf from a succulent. Brought it home and have been caring for it. This is what I have now. Little things we love. Tiny sprouts. Not hope, but something smaller that I nurture. Maybe bigger. One day.

Winter beach is really the best beach. Not taking questions at this time.

This Miranda July book is everything. Everything we all need right now.