Posts Tagged: Love

We Cannot Love What Is Not

Helen MacDonald’s memoir, H is for Hawk, is about falconry as mourning in the wake of her father’s sudden death. It’s a unique project, with a lot of love and pain built in. I wouldn’t have thought to read it until

We Cannot Love What Is Not

Helen MacDonald’s memoir, H is for Hawk, is about falconry as mourning in the wake of her father’s sudden death. It’s a unique project, with a lot of love and pain built in. I wouldn’t have thought to read it until

Stuffaloes Go Roaming

  A lot of babies in my orbit these days, the new kids of people I love. I’ve been celebrating by figuring out how to make different kinds of animals for them. Then I get these pictures, and my heart

Stuffaloes Go Roaming

  A lot of babies in my orbit these days, the new kids of people I love. I’ve been celebrating by figuring out how to make different kinds of animals for them. Then I get these pictures, and my heart

The Family Practice: on loss and grooves

Words dried up when my father died. In the new year I’m finding new words, but this paragraph I wrote in June was like a lump in my throat, demanding to come first: When I was sitting by his hospital bed

The Family Practice: on loss and grooves

Words dried up when my father died. In the new year I’m finding new words, but this paragraph I wrote in June was like a lump in my throat, demanding to come first: When I was sitting by his hospital bed