five for friday
I’m writing this at the end of my second week of full-time teaching, which has been – to be perfectly honest – an assault on both body and mind.
writer’s block
I assumed I’d write a lot over the Christmas break. I’d planned to draft a personal essay to submit to a prestigious prize. I wanted to work on my memoir, really iron out the proposal. I thought I might start the academic article that’s been swirling like snow-globe particles in my brain for weeks, maybe months. Instead, I did anything else I could think of.
five for friday
After complaining about a dearth of decent films in 2025, I enjoyed every moment of The Roses, a contemporary adaptation of Warren Adler’s 1981 novel, The War of the Roses…
albums i have loved before
My eldest nephew is at an age where Lego doesn’t work as a gift anymore…
on being/doing right
Things happen in bursts, people say – often, inexplicably, in groups of three. This is a group of only two so far, hardly a critical mass, but I can sense something larger brewing.
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