diary

"We Will Not Be Lovers" by The Waterboys Unrequited love is about hunger. It's about what we want and can't have, what seduces and tantalize...

Recently, on the 20th anniversary of my father's death, I reflected on a scene from Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway . Today, when I sought ou...

In the past week, the grief has been physically affecting me. I expected as much in the lead-up to the one-year anniversary of my mother's d...

My second granny rectangle blanket is finished! I love it so much. It's also the first blanket I've added a border to. I think this will be ...

One of the most beautiful memories of my life is watching the DVD of Simon & Garfunkel: The Concert in Central Park with my father when ...

The Persian silk trees are in bloom. I can't be sure they emit the floral scent that permeates the air outside my home, but I think it's lik...

A decade. That's how long Vincent van Gogh was a painter. His best work was created in a manic rush during the last years of his life. Did h...

This is my current work in progress. It's my second granny rectangle blanket, and I am so close to finishing it! Lately, as I crochet, I've ...

Today marks 20 years since my father's death. I look across space and time, over a distance of two decades, and I see the teenage girl I was...