In Praise of Whatchamacallits

In Praise of Whatchamacallits

Kind promise: I will be tender with weaknesses. Recently, I was admiring the lettering in a design—how lovely it was in its unevenness. Flowing across the paper, the ink caught on some surfaces and not others. It was the work of a calligrapher. There are fonts on my...
Surrounded by great interior worlds

Surrounded by great interior worlds

Kind promise: I will open to each moment. The snow on the ground is mushy and dirty. The light slanting through my bedroom shades this morning seemed the same. I’m tired of the winter, tired of being cold, tired of not being able to go outside. I’ve been wanting...