He’s the world’s most dangerous predator. Everything about him invites you in.

Tiny floofy mocha beans.

I sat on Lanikai beach in Hawaii with two of my best friends, and stared out into the Pacific at the Mokulua Islets Seabird Sanctuary, and then we got steak.

I went out on the water a total of 13 times and saw only the glimpse of a grey whale’s fluke one time during a rainstorm. I still haven’t written anything about that experience other than these sentences.

I spent 5 days scouring the shallow shoreline along the Oregon coast for signs of grey whales, hoping for some experience that I still can’t figure out how to articulate that would teach me more about the whales, their maternal structures, and that might give me something to write about.

I listened to Joni Mitchell live at the Hollywood Bowl, which was a deeply holy experience that included cameos from Elton John, Meryl Streep, Annie Lennox, and Jon Batiste.

I helped a dear friend properly dispose of trash and usher in new beginnings.

I drank some drinks at different bars in Madrid with my best girls.

I picked some pretty stunning peonies at a peony farm about an hour outside of Portland.

I saw a sea lion up close off the Oregon coast.

This year I went back to the Musée Bourdelle, which I discovered in my early twenties during the only trip to Paris I ever took with my mom. It was her favorite museum and is located across the street from her old apartment.

My debutante ball in New Orleans, 2013. Photo by my mom. Filter by the early days of Instagram.

Sam Francis in Horizon Magazine 💙

All I want for Christmas is a year-round regenerative shrimp tree. 🎄🍤

Two more hours till Friday.

*sigh* I’m only here to share photos of my cat and occasionally repost the words of other writers.