Maybe you hadn’t noticed, but I have a serious thing for June, July and August. Every year, we meet up like that certain teenaged couple whose families own neighboring beach houses on the Outer Banks, and we fall in love all over again… As if no time has passed. As if we are eternal. And somehow […]
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A Little Book I’m Loving: Einstein’s Dreams by Alan Lightman
I don’t usually write book reviews. But. * I’m one of those people who’s drawn to tiny, elegantly crafted things: Bonsai. Vintage handbags. A certain kind of present that comes in a box small enough to fit in your palm. In a perfect world, I’d probably end up in a rowhouse in Georgetown. I’d populate the narrow […]
Speechless
I’ve built my life around words: planted them like seed, panned for them like gold. I’ve gone out into green valleys and collected words like rainwater, storing them up for seasons of drought. This is what my kind of people do. But. There are days when words feel too small for me — a poor, […]
A little summer happiness on the mountain: wood-fired pizza and a handpicked bouquet
It’s been a long time since I gave my city some love here. Those who’ve followed alpha // whiskey // foxtrot since its inception know that I first began this blog in an attempt to love my mountain town better. And I do love it here — most of the time — but every once in […]
Better Than Sex … {sometimes}
For T, who wears the ring that matches mine: let’s make a spacefor the spunsilk oftoo much talk slideways,slippery,wordslip between lips & too muchtongue– slowslid,slowtongued,silklipped& loving– tonight let’s talk until 2 a.m.
It is well with my soul …
…For no other reason than because it’s Summer, and I’m alive and the world is green and every lake is full of sunset and the fireflies kiss the windowpanes at night, bestowing their gold like anointing oil. And oh — my God — that’s enough. ❤
Glimpses of Goodness on the Road
This weekend, I drove all the way across Virginia, west to east. I drove alone, on Route 460, a narrow ribbon of country road that sometimes seems to roll on forever — out of the mountains and into the hills, past sleepy farms where cows graze, their coats gleaming like black satin. Since I was […]
A Little Sunshine on My Straw Fedora … (a Summer Crush)
Maybe you hadn’t noticed, but I have a thing for the light when it’s pushing around and through obstacles. I love it knifing through the blinds in early morning: I love it filtering through the canopy in the woods: I love the way it speckles and stripes my skin, brands me with the shapes of lace and […]
After the Storm
The story you’re about to read is a metaphor. It’s also true. * The storm comes yesterday out of the West, where the sunset should be. Instead, there’s a fast-moving bank of black clouds. I feel it as a pressure behind my eyes first, and then the first clap of thunder cracks over the horizon. I […]
Secrets, Self-Portraits & the Subconscious … & also, a Silver Lining
I am a keeper of secrets — especially from myself. * A long time ago, I realized I was one of those souls who felt everything too deeply — Who wept inconsolably when I saw a little bird crushed by a car tire. Who agonized over the troubles of friends and characters in books. And so, over the […]
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