To truly understand the depths from which this particular delight percolated up, ascending effervescently from my toes up and out through…
In my mind, the scene was one of those “rainbows rise as the birds sing” moments: Lucas leaning in, nose pressed delicately against the ristra…
Rocks tend not to move by themselves, at least not when anyone’s looking. Steady as a…
Had a delightful date night with C, possibly our last before we move. This particular spot, La Perla…
Consider “weird” as a celebration of deviance and of the delight that comes with doing so, with thumbing one’s nose at conventions, norms, and…
Poised on his tippy toes, so that he might better see the plants no longer out of this reach, Lucas deliberately, if slightly wobbly, turns my…
I’ve been writing these delight essay(ettes) for a number of reasons, though I’d be hard-pressed to recall them without needing…
The inspiration for and (loose) model of this project is Ross Gay’s The Book of Delights, whose seemingly effortless prose…
Trespass as belonging.