Golden grief in a changing Northwoods

I’m scared of how much this place I love might change.

Moving with the music

NB: This essay is best read after you’ve listened to Little Oblivions

Why are my feelings so fleeting lately?

Am I the only one trapped on this roller coaster?

What comes after a year of pandemic friendship?

Something to look forward to

On crying and change and Julien Baker.

Mourning baby birds as the world opens up

It started with three eggs. Smooth and blue. The kind of blue you only get on mornings…

The summer I built a bubble

People tell you to make your own happiness. As if you can stand alone in the middle of an icy lake and be…

How do you chase time if it doesn’t exist?

I’m trying to “be present”

Trying to be warm

I guess I’m hard on myself

I can’t think of a name right now

A weekly Twitter serial

Searching for sea glass

Edition 1 | November 2, 2000 | Aunt May

In the fading light, Abby Jones, a newly-minted 10-year-old, dug her hands deeper into the…