Maggie Sheldon
@maggierae.bsky.social
Writer, reader, director of social at The New Yorker.
Picked up these two at Powell’s today. It feels like time to finally read “My Brilliant Friend,” and I’m a big Wesley Morris fan.
September 7, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Picked up these two at Powell’s today. It feels like time to finally read “My Brilliant Friend,” and I’m a big Wesley Morris fan.
Tonight’s overindulgence at Powell’s. I don’t need new books to add to my TBR stack, but then again, I do, I do!
July 13, 2025 at 3:21 AM
Tonight’s overindulgence at Powell’s. I don’t need new books to add to my TBR stack, but then again, I do, I do!
At my first Portland Pickles game. Impeccable vibes. I love this city.
July 11, 2025 at 3:35 AM
At my first Portland Pickles game. Impeccable vibes. I love this city.
I can’t leave @powells.bsky.social without a haul. Kicking off the long weekend with the biggie by @michaelluo.bsky.social.
May 24, 2025 at 3:10 AM
I can’t leave @powells.bsky.social without a haul. Kicking off the long weekend with the biggie by @michaelluo.bsky.social.
I’m at the stage in my elder online life when the only thing I want to post is pictures of flowers, like this beauty, post spring shower.
May 13, 2025 at 2:42 AM
I’m at the stage in my elder online life when the only thing I want to post is pictures of flowers, like this beauty, post spring shower.
A tiny joy outside my door: the perfect puckered lips of a purple tulip. I’m such a cornball for spring. (Also, alliteration.)
April 4, 2025 at 1:01 AM
A tiny joy outside my door: the perfect puckered lips of a purple tulip. I’m such a cornball for spring. (Also, alliteration.)
Ventured beyond the rivers and the lakes that I’m used to.
March 16, 2025 at 10:14 PM
Ventured beyond the rivers and the lakes that I’m used to.
Signs of spring on a wet walk around Portland. Needed these reminders of nature’s resilience.
February 24, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Signs of spring on a wet walk around Portland. Needed these reminders of nature’s resilience.
Someone ate the cookies and judging from the morning this guy has had, I don’t think it was Santa. The patient is now recovering with his Christmas pickle.
December 25, 2024 at 5:06 PM
Someone ate the cookies and judging from the morning this guy has had, I don’t think it was Santa. The patient is now recovering with his Christmas pickle.
My most aggressively cheerful, borderline garish tree ever. I don’t love it, but the merry-and-bright-through-gritted-teeth vibe does feel apropos this season.
December 2, 2024 at 2:05 AM
My most aggressively cheerful, borderline garish tree ever. I don’t love it, but the merry-and-bright-through-gritted-teeth vibe does feel apropos this season.