annual NYE post
2017
Oh, 2017. You were a year. I’m not even sure where 2017 went. It seems like it was just snowing and now it’s snowing again. Perpetual winter though I’m pretty sure there was a
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birthday
Today I am 39. My grandmother used to say she was 39, every year, and when I was young and my dad turned 40 I was very confused as to how he could be
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springtime & snow
It is officially spring and we are still buried in snow. Confused little flowers are trying to bud in the yard and the sun feels spring-like sometimes, coercing things to melt. Slowly. Adam took
annual NYE post musings
last day of 2016
This was a year. Good things first: I have a house. More than just a house I have a space that is mine and a place that is ours and I am such an
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lovely, dark and deep
I took this photo in my yard. I have a yard now. Possibly obvious, but I no longer live in Manhattan. I left the city in a blur of cardboard boxes and craziness and
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happy bookaversary
The Night Circus was first published five years ago today. It’s been a wonderful, strange, emotional roller coaster since then and I am still so very grateful to everyone who embraced and supported the