Archive for September, 2020

savage dreams, by rebecca solnit

the great curse of Euro-American history is its shallowness, its failure to take root in a place so different from its place of origin.

miracle country, by kendra atleework

If I spent years clawing toward sunlight from the bottom of a dry well, that summer I looked over the edge for the first time and saw my sister.

adventure time: the sea, the sea

It was Dad’s birthday on Saturday so I drove over to see him and Mum.

There is beauty even in lost things. Lucky for me!